After a Fight
Whenever we fight,
It seems we lose sight,
Too much diverts our vision.
So we hurl our slurs,
Dig deep with our spurs,
With invectives make deep incisions.
So I leave the house,
Get away from my spouse,
Go breathe the clean air, calm down.
Find solace within,
The comp'ny of friends,
For in them acceptance abounds.
In their quiet gaze,
I find peace and grace.
The release I feel is tangible.
Out in the clean air,
I can shed my cares,
In the clean, decent comp'ny of animals.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2016
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