In peaceful moments,
Even some pretty twisted people
Can tell the truth
And mean you well.
They are not completely broken.
But they have not dared to
Face themselves fully
And to work out the kinks.
And at the first signal that
The moment of peace is
Drawing to its close,
Off they run—
Back into the fray,
Into the tormenting fear,
And into the hardened habits
They have learned
During their flight.
And you have met them
In that moment of peace,
And have seen a glimpse
Of what they might become
If they should ever choose
To face the fear
Long enough to
Work it all out.
