Poetry About Conflict

Our words strike sparks above the cooling plates. Each answer builds another little wall. Beneath the anger, two old fears keep watch. I lower my voice enough to hear your breathing. The truth remains divided, but the room softens. Peace begins before agreement learns its name.

Return once more to the exact detail. Each answer builds another little wall. Its silence contains more than we expected. The truth remains divided, but the room softens. Careful seeing becomes its own reply. Peace begins before agreement learns its name.

Our words strike sparks above the cooling plates. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Beneath the anger, two old fears keep watch. It returns us to disagreement, fear, power, misunderstanding, repair, and the difficult work of peace. The truth remains divided, but the room softens. The day continues with a more attentive heart.