A Cleansing Rite 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,
Invectives make incisions;
So I leave the house.
Away from my spouse,
Go breathe the clean air, calm down;
Find solace within,
The comp'ny of friends,
In them acceptance abounds.
In their quiet gaze,
I find peace and grace,
The release is tangible.
Out in the clean air,
I can shed my cares,
Alone with my animals.
Judy Ball
For Alouette Your Cleansing Rite Contest by Nette Onclaud
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011
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