Inactivity- my call of duty

by AlexWrites

Published August 29, 2026

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In Difficult times

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They curse each other, yet I'm the one to bleed
My soul is wounded in a battle I didn't fight in
They pretend they care, tending to my injuries
But shun away the truce I so desperately need

They'd much rather that I choose a side
When I just want them both to quit the hate
They stand for what they think to be right
& I'm here wishing, they chose love instead

I try to understand everyone's vulnerability
But they don't see, that it also pains me
They're asking for a more supportive world
As I pray for reconciliation, in my found family

Tugging at my strings, both hope to draft me
I was born to one side, come rain or shine
But they know I also regard the other deeply
And so in silence, all of my strength I yield

My lips sealed tight to keep the fragile peace
Papering over the cracks of a tattered harmony
Someday soon, I know, we all shall be one again
I'd be glad then, not having fanned the flames

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AlexWrites
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Stickied · AlexWrites commented Comment · 22h ago

A poem about broken friendships, and how it feels like to be torn in the middle. Hopefully we'll all find our way back to each other one day, and see the sunset together like the old times.

Imahappywriter wrote a review Review · 1h ago

This is great, good job.
I've never really been one for poetry but this drew me in very quickly so commendations (I think thats the right word). I love the reconciling bit and openly talking about grief and emotional wounds. Great, extensive vocabulary, yet I can understand it and be on the same wave length. I definitely see the conflicts and they are awesome, I wish you all the best with your writing, there is truly a lot of potential... Good job!

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orbweaver wrote a review Review · 4h ago

Hello! Always love some friendship angst.

They curse each other, yet I'm the one to bleed
My soul is wounded in a battle I didn't fight in

I really like the battle imagery here. The narrator isn't participating in the actual conflict, yet they're still the one sustaining injuries, which immediately establishes for me the unfairness of the situation. That blends really nicely with:

They pretend they care, tending to my injuries
But shun away the truce I so desperately need

There's an interesting contradiction here - both sides apparently care enough about the narrator to tend to their wounds, while simultaneously refusing to stop doing the thing that's hurting them. I like how ironic that seems to be, and it feels fittingly self-defeating for the narrator to realize. They're treating the symptom while preserving the source of the injury.

Tiny wording note though,"shun away the truce" sounds a little unnatural to me. You could say they "shun the truce" or "shy away from a truce," depending on the meaning you want, maybe?

I also particularly love:

They stand for what they think to be right
& I'm here wishing, they chose love instead

There's a distinction between being "right" and being loving that feels important here. Both groups presumably believe they have legitimate reasons for their anger, and I appreciate that the poem doesn't necessarily say either party is completely WRONG. The narrator understands their vulnerability later on, too. Their frustration seems to come from the fact that righteousness has become more important to everyone than preserving their relationships. I do like that!

Earlier, "born to one side" made me wonder whether I am dealing with an inherited identity / community contrasted against one the narrator later chose for themselves. Like, is one person closer to them than the other? I know you've mentioned friendships, so there's a lot of emotional potential there to uncover! After that, I feel like the poem becomes not only about two people fighting, but about someone's sense of belonging being divided between something "inherited" and something more deliberately chosen by them.

I enjoyed this though - very resonating! I'd especially love to see the poem push a little further into the narrator's personal relationship with each "side." The hints about found family feel like there's something really compelling underneath them.

All the best!



Fairy Tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
— G.K. Chesterton