Does the end justify the means?
As she looked down at her hands,
Bloodied and broken.
She had expected to feel triumphant,
But instead she felt a deep regret.
In abusing her abuser,
Had she become no more than he?
There was no turning back.
Blood can be no more unspilled
Than words can be unspoken.
The encounter left both her hands
And her spirit,
An eye for an eye,
and a tooth for a tooth,
Is good to try,
and that’s the truth!
Such a thin line. I can only see gray, not black and white. This piece certainly makes one think…….
It is indeed a complex scenario. While we may be capable of both sides of this situation, what is in our hearts is what matters.