How can someone who loves so much
be so deeply hated?
How can someone with so much conflict resolution training
be unable to communicate
with her own family?
Is there something wrong with me?
Is there something wrong with them?
Or are there just some people
who don’t belong together?
And sometimes they’re family.
Will anyone love me unconditionally?
Does that even exist?
Can I be accepted in a family that loves
when mine is filled with hatred and pain?
Is family all it’s cracked up to be?
Or is it The Art of War alive in civilians?
Are we merely gaming each other
for tiny areas of dominance?
Can we and should we seek
fairer ways of relating?
I am becoming resigned
Maybe I’ve wasted decades,
trying to reconcile people
who are better left separate.
Perhaps I’ve wasted
tens of thousands of dollars
to offer services no one wants.
It might be that
no matter how we try to overcome it,
our amygdala will always win.
Yet I’ve seen the masters resist
our default programming.
And so I persist.