buffeted, spinning,
off-kilter,
sometimes in the middle
seeking to center, to be
grounded
riding the tempest
caught in the maelstrom
holding on for dear life
jerked, yanked, twisted,
pulled in both directions
wanting only to listen
to advocate for justice
for peace in this moment
but caught in the twisting
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
with hardened postures
the fire of passion,
position,
in the switchbacks of conversation
some picking hard sides
polar opposites
just for sport
the battle engaged
is this the model, the
habit,
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 December 4, 2014
riding the tempest – v4
(editing version 2)
Edited December 24, 2013
“riding the tempest – v3”
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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