buffeted, spinning
sometimes in the middle
seeking to center, to be
grounded
riding the tempest
caught in the maelstrom
holding on for dear life
yanked, twisted,
pulled in both directions
wanting only to listen
to advocate for justice
for peace in this moment
warring factions swinging
not thinking rationally, with
their guts
battle lines written,
hardened,
in the midst of the
conflagration
standing in the crucible,
the storm
the fire of passion,
position,
in the switchbacks of
conversation
some picking hard sides
polar opposites
just for sport
is this the model
the way of empathy
to reach consensus, or
justice,
hearing divergent voices
needing to reach compromise
but not valuing their
feelings
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Edited
November 9, 2013
“riding
the tempest – v2”
Edited
April 12, 2013
“riding
the tempest”
Edited
April 12, 2013
“standing
in the crucible – v2”
edited
April 12, 2013
“standing
in the crucible”
edited
April 12, 2013
“In
the middle of conflict – v2”
April
12, 2013
“In
the middle of conflict”
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