A Tipping Balance


Listless life entangled in the cobweb of frustration
looks for the escaping pathway of dissociation.
Time for me to listen to the earnest call from within,
the enticing echo of music from the soul’s concert.

I reform the constitution of the mangled mind,
let the strained strings of sensual duress unwind,
discover the covert cavern someone makes for me
within the abode of hope, so long out of sight.

When I’m lost in the tortuous labyrinth of living, 
search the senile senses for the escape route, 
but find the exit door closed, letting me perceive
the released hidden power, tipping the balance.    

I follow the invisible trail of unswerving faith,
feel the fostering resurgence of reassuring fortitude,
for at the end of the tormenting tunnel 
I see the light of self-determination finally appear. 

I’m suffused with the heavenly hues of godly grace 
that inspires the Phoenix concealed within me
to rise from the destressing dust of self-defeat
at the divine dawn of reflective renascence.

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