Poem – The Walking Dead

Let me be clear. I don’t care what you think.
If you are holding hate, everything you do has a stink.

A stink that can be detected from far away.
A corpse whose life has gone astray.

People who hate are among the walking dead.
They are nothing to fear, worry, or dread.

They are walking in the shadows.
And have begun to decompose.

They are eating themselves from the inside out.
And they are on borrowed time, without a doubt.

I choose to walk in the light and enjoy this life.
I walk in the fullness of love rather than a half-light.

Blaming others when you have no courage to stand up for what is right.
Will only lead you down a path filled with death and blight.

I care not about the opinions of the walking dead.
Because through their eyes they see only fear and dread.
~Suzanne Wagner~