I never understood how the sun could shine so bright,
While inside the house, my family fights.
How the birds could sing so cheerfully,
While I listen to them yell, tearfully.
Oh how I wish their singing could drown out the screaming,
Or that I would wake up to find that I was only dreaming.
But alas, it isn’t so,
how to make it stop, I do not know.
Shouting insults and disrespect,
my sanity and heart, I must protect.
Thick skin and a numb heart,
can stop the pain before it starts.
Called the referee and fixer in life,
But I find I cannot stop the strife.
Do what I can and try as I might,
I can’t seem to stop this ugly fight.
The fights I try to defuse,
different tactic I put to use,
some work and some don’t,
listen to me, sometimes they won’t.
But I keep trying for the sake of peace,
in books and writing I find my release,
to escape for a while and forget,
creativity is a wonderful outlet.
Will the dysfunction and fighting ever end.
will our hearts and souls ever mend?
I guess only time will tell,
until then, they continue to yell.
~ Liz Austin 2018
Born and raised in Upstate NY, Liz is a freelance writer. She has written for websites, blogs, and magazines for the last 10 years. She also acts as a proofreader and beta reader for several authors, all the while working on her first book.