Balance is a delicate flower
with an overpowering, alluring scent.
It isn’t easy to not tip her over
with all of the world’s gruesome events.
A dash of peace in the middle of turmoil
a sunset with colours that burn the sky.
A few medications that work – not snake oil,
and knowing there’s not always an answer to ‘why?’.
We fight the outer and the inner
we run about from morning ’til night.
I know I cannot always be a winner.
and try to appreciate the stars’ white light.
I have soared high, let go of what’s tied me
and I have been down in the darkest recess
But balance is somewhere in the middle
a place between mania and the depressed.
A day in the forest, or watching the sun rise
a day writing love with words of ink.
Knowing, somehow, that you can pay today’s price
and that life is short, will disappear in a blink.
To live in the now, stay in the present
but not get caught up in every detail.
Allow emotions but don’t let them fester
and stand for yourself or you will fail.
Balance in life is a difficult master
it doesn’t come easy for everyone.
Bombarded with news in a world that spins faster
but the option? To not live – and then be gone.
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This is a quick one, in response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, and Sherry Blue Sky‘s challenge ‘A Message From The Little Grandmother’. Being bipolar II, I’ve seen the downside of not having balance within, and for me to find peace of mind it doesn’t only take a bit of pharmaceuticals (though I’m glad I have them), but also a healthy dose of mother nature herself. It also takes quite of bit of me being selfish – or at least standing up for myself. I can’t say I live in perfect balance with nature, but I do in some ways live closer to her than many others and I am – finally – starting to live in balance with myself. I just hope I can continue to do so. This is also my entry for NaPoWriMo 2015 and day 11, since trying to write a sapphic poem was doing my inner balance no good at all!