The Exchange

What do you hold in your heart?
I asked my friend,
an angry man with murder on his mind.
I asked again,
what do you hold in your heart?
He looked at me with a questioning gaze,
then turned away.
I tapped his shoulder,
and his shoulders sagged.
He said, "I have hatred and vengeance."
He looked down and had no more words.
I showed him my hands.
"Take these and give me
your hatred, your vengeance."
I can bear them, you cannot.
I see your soul; the light is dim.
You must find your light by letting these go,
and I must find mine by helping you -
for you are my friend.

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