Collisions to what end?

by Brianna G. Harte

Music ringing in his ears

Wind rolling past the car

Arguing shaking them all.

Can fighting never end?

Between a simple discussion

And a brutal battle to be won,

It never seems that peace can be found.

But it always is.

For most at least.

Though many cannot know

A ceaseless collision of swords

At every junction of thoughts,

It shall not be associated with peace.

Walking away…

Is that tranquility?

Or is it like putting on a band-aid,

Protecting a wound

That must inevitably stand up

To its problems?

The siblings clashing

The husbands and wives attacking

The friends turning their backs.

Not all are like this.

But some are.

It is not to say whether you or I

Know one view or the other,

But whether or not we recognize

Where we want our arguments to go.

Where outcomes lie

And from which paths they come.

Copyright © 2016 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.


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