The Nature of Conflict

there are two foreign roads

in the folds of my mind

one crafted by musing loads

the other when I was blind.

neither have I fully taken.

disputes choke my route

in a manner, I must laud

for despite being a brute

it reminds me I'm flawed.

ten voices in discord,

ten weary nights awake

a constant war of views

and my will for will's sake

drowning in the darkest of hues.

what road must I choose?

and must I choose at all?

the flesh despises strife

but the soul knows it well.

another test of life,

but I am slow to explain.

but explain I surely must

so I hold my own hand

and create my trust

till I wake up on the land

the right road leads to.

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About the Author:

Ruth is an undergraduate sophomore from India who loves expressing her views through her writing. She is passionate about history, philosophy, and loves all forms of art. Her biggest literary inspirations are the Bible and Oscar Wilde. She believes that everyone is capable of being of service to mankind with their talents and skills. Find her elsewhere!

About the Piece:

I love writing poems for which I am given a prompt. I jotted this piece down in the notes of my phone and kept editing it until I was satisfied. Despite facing an umpteen number of conflicts in my usual life, I only ever thought about it during this quarantine when I had the chance to sit and organize my thoughts. This is a simple poem that talks about a conflict, the effect it has on me, and how I choose to overcome it.