Conflict
I should have started writing this poem years ago
When I witnessed the jars and jabs firsthand
That stems from a spirit that’s traveled a harsh and brutal land
Conflict
when two forces meet each other there arises a
Conflict
When a mother and father grow weary in loving and grow stronger in striking
Conflict
Why does everywhere I lay my head on a pillow or on a desk, there is a
Conflict
So much conflict
This may seem stubborn and self-assuming
But maybe while the two parties are fuming
My input states that a breath should enter
A rest
A calm
Take 3-beats of an inhale and 3 more beats of an exhale
Calm the fuck down!
Nothing can be resolved or reconciled while you spit and revile at one another
This idea might seem to astronomical to consider
considering that only the considerate consider the feelings of the other
However this task is not insurmountable
It’s truly divine
Turn your eyes to the heavens and gaze
Upon a constellation that epitomizes equality and grace
The Libra, elegant and poised
Not shaken, not stirred
The scales of the Libra never tip
There’s not tremor or quake
No rip of the lip
That’s who I am
A Libra who just wants peace
And by the end of this poem I hope I have reached a peace
Because my heart is being fractured, broken piece by piece
The knife slices and dices and cuts the fragments
A knife formed by conflict
Mother-fucking conflict
The same conflict that tore my dad away from my mom
The same conflict that tore these girls away from my arm
The same conflict that points me towards the pills to die
For I want to die
I wanted God to make me into a bird so I could fly so very High
I wanted to die
The only escape I saw ahead of me was waiting at the end of a tunnel of light
I wanted to die
I wanted to sleep permanently
I wanted to close my eyes and never open them again and finally, finally shut my eyes of this conflict
But,
I realized,
That this great mass of conflict had come together, glued itself to itself and
For the sake of my health and well-being
Served as my step-stool
Don’t the Bible say “He’ll make you’re enemies your footstool?”
I’ll have to look that up later but right now I have some climbing to do
I’m attacking this conflict mountain one foothold at a time
I’m pushing away this suicidal barge one shove at a time
I’m walking this walk of life one footfall at a time
Because one day
I will look back and thank God for all of this
Conflict.