A letter to my enemies
I know you.
You know me.
It doesn't matter what you look like.
It doesn't matter who you voted for.
It doesn't matter what god you do or don't believe in.
I've felt your grief, raged your pain.
Our journeys may be different but our soul is the same.
I promise to remember this next time I feel the impulse to hurt you.
I promise to remember that the impulse is really to hurt myself.
I promise to pause long enough to resist it, to love you ruthlessly instead.