I loathe fighting with my entire being. Maybe because I have never really been in a fight just observed my parents, my friends, everyone around me and watched as the tension built and built and built making me feel as small as a child and as powerless too. People don’t understand the consequences of their actions, I don’t understand people. But, I understand fights. Words are like slingshots catapulting friendships into dangerous territories the words you say sometimes you mean them, sometimes you don’t and it’s the words you mean that are the worst. Those are the words you can’t take back. And what I understand about fights taught me this. A fight is like a symphony it builds and builds until its deafeningly loud, and then its quiet, and there is nothing left leaving its audience unbearably sad and at a loss.
I wrote this poem for a class when I was asked to write about tension. My teacher hated it but I hope you like it.