Antagonism

It’s me. The
tormented one.
Your antidote
Internal pain.

I’m the outcast,
downcast into
shadows to become
dark detestation.

Sheltered from light,
revealing man’s sin,
I transformed,
a beautiful rose.

I drink from the
deep pools
of blood that
dripped from me.

Nursing my detestation,
antagonism,
into forgiveness
and love.

I emerge
from shadows
captured and
protected me.

my blood
no longer flows,
it's tacit testimony.
Reborn.

My detestation
drown by
my blood
which fed me.

You’ll not see me.
You’re unworthy 
to see your
creation.

SKEA