Resolution

It's complicated.
Tension's setting,
Distemper's petting,
The crown of a grated nerve.
Attempt to soothe
The ego-bruise…
Forgiveness, dare I serve?
Wrong or right,
I bear the fight,
For victory is resolution.
Bitter root,
In hatred's suit,
Not this soul's pollution!
So, I turn my cheek,
Ensure defeat,
Of selfish, worthless pride.
The truce we sign,
And hop the line,
With unity as our bride.