Division, inevitable when playing with five
Us versus them, three against two, a struggle of whims and wants
Within three, lashing out, intentional hurt, dissension
As varied as flowers in a field, despite the common field
Awkward growth, different stretches and reaches, aspirations, likes
No midway meeting point found.
Jealousy, older and oldest, unacceptable differences make for envy
Cruelty, lies, one third switching sides, trading falsehoods unbeknownst
A forest fire results, charring foliage, wounding flowers...
one flower...
rebirth.
A struggle to proceed in no truth, trials
Bruised by those closest, disbelief in that lack of belief, sigh...
Realization of imperfections, knocked off a pedestal
Grim acceptance, grudging acceptance, a fissure
Two
One
One
One
A void, uncharted, unmapped
No one dares to cross it now.
