A Tipping Balance

They say God won’t put more on you than you can bare Sounds like violet vanity For those NOT in despair The darkest days in the Mind of a deranged butterfly trapped in a nap in a cocoon Who knew? The caterpillar! The madness was like liquid Melting on a maroon mind During the day and at night It morphed into a black cloudy curtain Falling heavy and hot Breaking eggshells for nerves Wailing and words muffled By the trafficking pills prescribed Tipping the balance is fuchsia And a kaleidoscope of colors Of courage despite corruption of faith A trip to the grave is no escape But to lay burdens at the foot Of the cross can save you my love