I know that I'm healing because you tried to lash out and project your pain onto me, trying to imprint your grief on my very being.
You sought to leave a scar, a remnant of your misery to stem your own emotional bleeding.
Though I am not a vessel you may fill with your sorrows and misfortunes.
I refuse to be a pawn in your narcissistic battle ground.
In response to your toxicity, I chose kindness, for the truth is, I feel pity for you.
I empathize with any soul that thrives on their self-inflicted agony and feels the need to inflict pain upon others due to their own suffering.
I thank God that, while I am not perfect, I am kind.
I have not allowed those with ugly souls to pollute my spirit.
I will not don their hatred or their labels.
I refuse to become like them, entrenched in their own despair.
My soul reaches for the light and I will keep finding it, because I will keep seeking it.
I hope that one day you can do the same, and I send you away with peace.
I will not participate in the battle you choose to fight with yourself.
I do hope that one day you emerge victorious in the war.

-Rhia Clay