![]() ConflictionA Poem by RFDIII![]() We need the kind. Yet still, we keep the vicious. We run in circles, killing to love. Why is that? Because with peace we do not progress. We do not change. It is the nature of turmoil, conflict, and it is the nature of life. Despite all our ailments, there is no fate more cruel than stagnation amidst a field of growth. Amidst conflict new things may grow together. Amidst conflict old things may fall apart. But whatever this fate befalls us it is better to live from the heart. © 2014 RFDIIIFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on September 2, 2014 Last Updated on September 2, 2014 Tags: conflict, poem, growth, stagnation, passion, desire, competition Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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