Fusion
Panic rises,
or peace exists.
Battle
#surrender
a gasp
of air
a deep
inhale
a heart races
Then slowly paces
No trick lurks behind these fates—
rhyme,
reason —
Hope
nudges against
despair,
clarity
leans on
confusion
Compassion
Holds gently
Angers hate
And its dellusion
All exist—
Yet none persist
in the sliver ~
of their fusion…