When I was quite young

We were home alone, my brothers and I.

And as their argument heated up

I sat and watched

In rage, one tugged the rug out from under the other

Collapsed in a heap of fury, bruised tears and yells.

Two decades later, and in reflection I think:

What then do I do now when life’s rug is pulled from beneath me?

When I’m left alone in a heap on the ground?

What do I say?

And to whom?

Conflict from every direction 

Internal and ex.

And where do you turn when your foundations are gone?

And who do you turn to when you know not what to believe? 

Which biased being do you listen to?

Is help nearby?