Notes About The Poem
March-26- 2025
This or That > Vol.31. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh
A Tipping Balance
a storm rages outside.
sky, overcast with clouds
fearful sounds echo,
through mountain crannies,
like that of shrieking bats in flight.
trees shiver under wind's might.
everything around,
presages an impending doom.
the least pressure may
tilt the scales and tip the balance.
sitting in my dim lit room
with all the windows shut
unable to drown the emptiness
afloat in irrepressible buoyancy,
I glance over the balance sheet
of my life. There’s no surfeit,
only deficit…gross deficit!
once I was something, now nothing
utterly broke, I lose my balance.
when falling down, there’s no one to hold.
my chest feels heavy.
my heart sinks into pitfalls of sorrow.
I wonder when this will end?
while trying to make an escape route,
I sink into unsettling thoughts.
memories torturing,
destroy what’s possible.
I know when stuck in the past,
I can’t focus on my present
or plan for my future.
life is a test of mettle.
I must make the right decision.
choose the right thing.
I will continue my inner fight.
lay claim on the eternal light.
accept defeat and obliterate my ego
and resurrect my inner child!
I know, I will be tipping the balance
with every right decision I take.
I must undertake the precarious tightrope walk,
in utmost caution without losing my equilibrium.
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