Analysis of Balance

Oily, sulfurous, choking smog
Conceal thoughts one from another
Foghorns wail the search to connect
Collision bells sound an instant too late
Fractured, splintered spinning in circles
Alone in the fog, I am lost from myself.

Gentle breeze brings with it new life
The fog clearing slowly, slowly
My feverish, rotting spirit
Struggling against its own leprous mind
Desp’rately inhaling cool healing air
Life’s forgiving cycle begins anew

Compass needle now pointing true
Forward to the light I stumble
Cautious, falling, now gaining speed
Each step surer than the last one taken
Confident strides no more on shaky ground
Finally my goal is achieved; Balance.