Counterbalancing Self

Counterbalancing Self I found her in absent withdrawal A study of confusion and nerves Countermanding the calm exterior Presented to face the day Hand applied radiance Giving her face a glow While the eyes struggled To balance minds overflow I heard her in a sing song voice greeting others beginning their day Years of tutelage shoving forward Presented to face the day The rhythm a mishmash Of blues and skipped beats While feet moved ever forward Sturdy, ever denying defeat. I saw her in bits and pieces When I, myself, had hit a wall Mirrored glances chased my vision Presented to face the day I watched her stumble Yet never quite fall And wished for her balance So I, too, could stand tall Copywrite@ Debra Squyres All rights reserved