Disarmed by disagreement,
same conversation
over and over
again. Our nature to
seek resolution, even
an aura of understanding,
controls every discussion.
War of words,
repercussions.
Think about and talk it out
until there is little left
to salvage.
What remains
when hope is lost?
Attempts to mend our ways
at all costs. Unnoticed.
There is only
the self to blame,
the one that wavers yet
remains the same.
Unchanged. Unmoved
by even logic.

04/11/2019                                          j.g.l.

APRIL IS POETRY MONTH
read and believe