Again the fall out
as if bad weather
I am closed out from interiors
of bitterly fought family disputations
hatefully, unreasonably ingrained words
fierily uplifted to the surface of accusatory repeats
while I remain tranquilised with calmness, love and peace
not one-sided or the other
recognising as always old usages
of the same old finger-pointing, exercises.
Molten unproductive inconclusive ragings
but only in a simmering state
simply, sadly regrouping for a return match.