In the workplace, <br />in the home, <br />amid smiles, <br />in silence, <br />the interpersonal <br />battle goes on: <br /> <br />The bulls of the out-going charge. <br />The feelings of the sensitive get trampled. <br />They withdraw and poison <br />the atmosphere with their resentment. <br /> <br />Some are skilled <br />with artifacts <br />of communication, <br />some have no tools <br />but the arrows <br />of their hatred. <br /> <br />But one day, deep inside <br />a wounded soul, birds <br />of emotion decide to fly forth, <br />toward the ears of companions. <br /> <br />Dark, sooty birds <br />turn white as they soar <br />out through the mouth, <br />down an ear and into a heart, <br />bringing reconciliation <br />like Noah's dove. <br /> <br />The air is clear, <br />as after a rain. <br />A new balance calms <br />and heals, <br />until...<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/treatise-on-interpersonal-relations/
