the burden of conflict

i'm sick and tired of conflict

conflict tears my soul

my head knots and pulsates

an ache shivers my bones

anxiety pressures my heart beat

and the beating feeds my fears

my vision grows distorted

and distortion twists my heart

nightmares disturbs my sleep

no sleep frazzles my nerves

my mood shifts to sour

depression has found a friend

antsy becomes my response

which begins to taunt my mouth

and before i know what's happened

i'm fighting, baring my fists

angry with myself

i'm angry with the other

and the fear of pounding another

drives me to harm the cat

i see that this is madness

the cat, the man, the fight

transference clouds the issue

the issue is myself

so i dump the plot of victimness

take my crap into my hands

bear the burden of my weakness

leave the conflict for the dead

the circle of life gets vicious

each one has problems enough

and one more conflict won't help us

conflicts can tear us apart

TALK!

*Our personalities and individualities, with our dysfunctions, make life interesting, frightening and humorous.  No wonder God loves us.

*When Sister Death arrives, we'll be ready.  She's the only way to go.

*All of our heroes have mud on their feet.