What isn't expected, give.

To escape a cruel injustice I have to find the positive lesson in the
whole ordeal. I have to understand that it's not my flaw that contains others
but their own. Reading into the fact of dispair will cause great harm.

I have that sight of a lighted pathway. Sure there are broken pieces scattered
throughout. Even very harmful if I lean too close. Still I recognize that I am
capable of bearing such pain. For the pressure, the experience is something I
am familiar with.

The world of wonder and hope keep me from plummeting deep into a
deep spiral of darkness. Doom and dispair would ravish my insides if I allow it
to. Yet here I stand without a speck of black coating my mind nor spirit.

Unbearable was the torment of sadness that waved in front of me. I saw the hatefulness of those around me. Toxins. Poisons dripping from their lips. Perhaps
some of their words were not so intentional. Yet even in that grave moment
they just buried me deeper. Throwing the dirt upon me in a hurried fashion.

Clearly I was supposed to hear their words. I didn't like the taste they left
behind but I endured as I am supposed to. Digesting the information and nodding.
Holding my fiery tongue to a silence. Clarity stinging my eyes and
shaking my core, I just smiled as I died inside.

My only hope as they pounded the dirt, sealing my path, was just searching
for the friendships that gave me skills to dig out. To those who knew how
to give the light back to me.

So even now in that darkened room that I sometimes find myself in, I see
the light, the positive in all that could drown me in negativity. That is the
expectation I have of myself and friends. That is my pull to finding peace.

I can remain hopeful in that. Seeing the goodness in all that can harm.
Then keeping my mind full of love, kindness and compassion. Heading straight
towards the hateful remarks of those others and just smile, give them
love and carry forward.

Best sweetness anyone and most don't expect.