“Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies.” ~ Nelson Mandela
my friend, is poison—
don’t spread it
a (not so) wee note…
– I wasn’t going to post any poetry, today. Then… I glimpsed at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and noticed Kerry’s invitation: “please share your thoughts in commentary or a poem inspired by the words” of Nelson Mandela.
That invite has been dancing in my skull. I tried to ignore it. It even worked for an hour or three. Then, I read something a friend wrote about the latest bit of rot oozed by the Orange Infection afflicting our nation. I won’t share any of the writing, not even the link to it. Not because it isn’t true. Not because it isn’t important, but because (in my not so humble opinion) the spillage of hatred helps no one. On the other hand, it kills the one holding on to it, spreading it…
So, today, on the 7th anniversary of the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and the birth day of a great mind, I say no to the spreading of poisonous words (regardless of how cathartic they might feel for a minute or thirteen).