Break Away

He’d been feeding off scraps 

Of disguised hate for so long -

Garnished by his own flavors of hope,

For this one, he put all his faith in -

That he lost feel of what was real;

Real love, care, real happiness.

Break away, he must;

To flee from the circle of antagonism

For in his reflection, he could see

Unmasked hate that mirrored all the love forgone

But let this be said, he breaks

Not for his story, though -

Not one of those tales where

Innocence is crushed,

And martyred for pompous self-interest;

But to keep alive the kind faith

And the hope –

That good begets good.

It will.

It will.