It Takes Two To Triumph

POEM
Our faults always seem the loudest When all the blame is self-directed; Pride’s a perfect place to hide When fragile egos get rejected. Toxicity’s root causes Never were gender-specific. Fear and pain and pride and blame Can claim that honorific. For, if they run amok In all the times that truly matter, Like contagions they will spread To harden hearts until they shatter. The infernos that they stoke Extinguish when we are the water. Be calm, be kind, or we will find Our bellows make it hotter. Regretting or remembering, We may seek to destroy Hurt we felt or trauma dealt To make room for some joy. But even light requires darkness, Sharpened edges start out dull, We must itch to need a scratch, A glass is empty first, then full. The truly happy ones know sorrow, And sleep is how we feel awake. There are no lessons in perfection, To learn, we have to make mistakes.






