From conflict I too often want to hide,

and when I close my eyes I can still see

the traits of better people I could be.

I’d like to speak up but my tongue is tied.

I shrink away to shield my wounded pride.

While others fight until they both agree,

I’d rather freeze or faint or fawn or flee.

I wish I had more bravery inside.

And yet I know that beauty lies in peace.

The wars of men may cause the end of time

if fighters learn to fight and not to cease.

Compared to that, mine is a lesser crime.

So let me flee until my fears release.

Instead of blood, I’ll soothe my rage with rhyme.