Prepare

Ma uses words like bastard and shame
Behind eyelids it is easy to see brother’s smirk
There will be a battle ahead I am ill prepared
I may be wrong not every storm brings a hurricane
Only a fool ignores a pregnant cloud
Harsh words will be said sides will be taken
Can a threadbare fabric hold after curses have been hurled?
Wicked thoughts voiced
Actions that cannot be made undone
Surely not all confrontation brings destruction

Where will the soothing presence of logic and rationality be when blood boils and emotions run amok
Prepare