"No Offense Intended," A Poetry Post

I mean you no offense.
I just don't like you.

I don't like how you
spew your negativity into my
holy space.

I don't like how you
carve out pieces of
discontent in
every golden moment.

I hate the way you kill off
every bit of joy a group can
experience.

When you call me I don't
answer the phone.

I know it's you.

I smile when I see you to
avoid animosity,
because I like peace.

I pray that my brightness isn't
snuffed out by your
burning bitterness.

I used to paint love on your
embers.

I remember lathering you in grace.

And now,
I cannot be a ladle for you.

Look and see.
My pot is empty.

I am smiling now
because there was a time
I had no pot.

I don't need you around
reminding me that
my pot is old and rusted.

No offense intended.

-T. D. James-Moss