Balance, A Sonnet

Life is a balance of the shifting scales, 

Swaying from side to side as the wind blows, 

Or rocking like a boat with wind-filled sails, 

The sky is surrounded by flying crows, 

With distractions tipping the beam one way, 

And tragedies crashing onto the other, 

How could one keep up with the shift and sway, 

With an abundance of horrors to smother, 

All that seems to be good and purely free, 

Of the sins and trappings of tiring, 

Existence that otherwise pulls the tree, 

Away from the sky and its wiring, 


Yet when the balance tips out of favor, 

There is the true one to make you braver. 


This poem is about: 
My family
My community


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerfully expressed! Truly powerful! Keep sharing keep sharing! The world needs your expression! Keep sharing your life your mind your heart!


Thank you very much for your kind words!

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

You're very welcome Marie. 

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

If you don't mind me asking what were you feeling when you wrote this?


In the end, I was feeling love. True love itself, wherever it comes from has a way of making all that seems ugly and chaotic much more meaningful and beautiful. I felt the love from God, and from my friend who ended up saving me. Love is what balances everything out.

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