Love life and Balance.

Love life and Balance.

You would tear through me

Rend my house

Asunder

Pour through the cracks

In my design

Break me apart

The bloom of tears

The waste of years

The way we fall apart

The ruin of hate

When nothing good

Comes of it

The crack of a storm

The roll of thunder

Your scorn

When the walls come down

No matter the cost

All the pain

Of struggle

The gain

Of loss

When nothing stands

For much.

But disdain,

Used too liberally as a weapon

When privileged enough

To stand apart,

Your pride

Is not a blessing.

When there is a reckoning

And we all fall

By the wayside

In the totting,

Balance is a fine thing

Not easily retained.

As the roof comes down

The windows break

The blood of my oath

Pours out

Into the earth

My kingdom lost

In the melee

Of a life

Ill suited

But well met.

The struggle to hold

Before the wanting

Is let loose

And the skin and bone of us

Is the price

Of trust

Weighed against

Worth