27 Mar FIRST FIGHTS
I’m walking around living
No worries, no trippin
Taking care of the lot in my life
No blessings, no stressing
Walking so tall, only to fall
Emotions caught slipping
No grip, so I trip, up
Falling down
can’t find myself
anywhere around
Not rising to the occasion, no daring
Anger rising from depths, I suppress
Red lidded, no thought, merely reaction
Pouncing on faults, dared to share
No recourse, no remorse
Then it’s over
so quiet… can hear the wind
Contemplative silence to understand
Think through mutual pain, try and explain
No reason, no words
Try to walk away
No balance no will
Conversations change
Mood lightens
But now there’s a snare
Where before there lay
no reason to care
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