The Endless Struggle- a poem

We push and pull and turn around

no consensus will be found

yanking here and yanking there

arguments from clear thin air

Rolling over both of us

wrestling now we’re in the dust

poking eyeballs pulling hair

metaphors that show we care…

…too much for our own ego

can’t give up and can’t let go

what happened to the loving times

now we stand in long bleak lines

waiting for the chance again

to give our fight another spin

and see which of us strives again

to persevere and

WIN WIN WIN

someone calls a truce at last

wants to get rid of the past

mother daughter we discover

one’s no different than the other

looking in a mirrored glass

both of us devoid of class

now‘s the time to stop this game

stop assigning wretched blame

silence falls and we sit still

not sure how to even deal

with this newfound risk and trust

bringing forth the best in us

softened for a little while

both of us begin to smile

fitting like a hand in glove

mother daughter filled with love ❤️

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