Wading In The Puddle of Conflict

When conflict arises,
you will see me cower
my anger becomes a sedative
as I refuse to dance with power.

it usually starts with a problem
that requires an immediate fix,
and life rarely ever solves this way
solutions involve many tricks.

The lecture is the common method
like a knuckle in my side,
a barrage of blame beamed at me
my defenses tend to hide.

A master of this quiet control
while inside, I slowly seethe
Each barb caught on these nerves of mine
rip me so I'll bleed.

She always feels better
to set the record straight
and yet, my painful indecision,
another quality to berate.

These discussions hang so heavy
and resolve it never comes,
this sure is not a movie
where they argue and then they cum.

In this plight, my sensitivity
becomes a constant liability,
but it serves me,
right or wrong,
peace through my own stability.