Buffeted to
And buffeted fro
Hit from the front
And hit from behind
Friend or enemy
I know not which
It is hard to tell
Which is which
Accusations flying
Mouths are dropping
Knives are out
From the unlikeliest of places
Solid allies are now questionable
What you thought you knew
You don't know anymore
Places of safety are no more
Or so you have to wonder
After what has happened
Old wounds long since thought gone
Coming roaring back to the surface
Brought back by those who are supposed
To be friends
Do you walk away?
Do you run away?
Or do you stay and
Try to fix what has been broken?
That is the question.
The answer, I do not know.
