Fire and Ice,
Hot and cold,
These elements on different sides
Of a well know spectrum.
Causing opposite reactions,
Yet there is steam when they connect.
Something beautiful in the madness.
Differences don’t matter,
Yet we focus on them anyways.
‘You look different, act different, think different than me.’
So we pull ourselves away.
Fight for what we don’t agree,
Instead of seeing the beauty in similarities.
If fire and ice can make something beautiful,
Then we should be able to make something beautiful to,
Hope you all enjoyed the poem, this has all been apart of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturdays. Join in on the fun because this weeks prompt is ‘elements’ I’ll post a link right about here…