Confrontation

Confrontation with adversity, I recline, looking into the near future, I look for the exit door. Other eyes project with purpose, with daring and will. I wish to dwell in a little world of understanding, and its peaceful place of my idea of reality. I close the door and listen, I have nothing to say, but listen to the silence. Emotion raises its uneasy voice, it is nervous and there is a trembling within it, and it hardly accepts even itself. I focus on all of the love that I can find, anger can only betray my truth, and in a moment it will give regret and remorse. And the summertime is full of peace, and it smiles on the day. It brings a message. It understands. It projects truth, and this truth is an easy thing, and it cares. And this is where confrontation is lost, is a loser, there is no care in its eyes. It is reckless and irrational and will become embarrassed by itself and turn and run in the face of understanding.