What is it,
To be gentle?
Such a wartorn past as mine,
Hardly deserves peace –
Does it?
I choose to be kind –
Remembering the fisticuffs of my youth.
Part of me,
Is gentle because of all that.
Fighting an evil nature,
Through great effort.
Trying to be better,
Each day.
Yet beasts,
Still lurk within.
No matter how many chains,
Or bindings I apply.
Demons are hellish indeed.
Especially our own.
My choice,
Is to remain gentle.
To let kindness win,
Against my devils.
Can kill a man,
Dozen ways.
But to stop –
Comprehend his life?
Far.
More.
Potent.
To Be Gentle.
