"To and Fro"

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.