Sliding Conflict

That’s where it starts,

a sort of falling

down.

There’s a piece of all of us,

resolution before

emotions.

However loud the scream,

settling for this

isn’t enough.

Stepping outside in the rain,

let the body cleanse

internal storms.

So many options, the losses,

interfere with truth,

we disagree.

With conflict comes solution,

perhaps its true,

I wonder.