Fathers' Day by smzang

A Series of Near Misses by smzang

The razor edge
of brutal honesty
takes its pound of flesh

You wince
when it hits too close
and I

 

feel the sting
of martyrdom
when your aim finds home

 

Then
as if ruthless truth
is not enough

 

there are the lies
the flung arrows
venomous as any bite

 

but these
are just the odd moments
of discontent

 

We retreat
then reunite
a truce

 

born of more
than pinkie swear
this better and worse.