I know you're trying so hard
To keep your balance day and night,
Knowing in your heart of hearts so well
Than dealing with all this is just a hell
There you're standing at the very edge,
Of life's bottomless...highest cliff...
Where you reluctanly and cruelly just stumbled on,
Toying you keep up the pieces that seemed to have gone astrayed
In the corner of your inquisitive mind
Things like this dragged on so much you can't conceive,
That hope and faith with a clamor of loud voices in the wind ring
Keeping your balance you still do it with love that always binds
In this subled and tricky balance act
You draw your strength from the love you've made a pact.
Dorian Petersen Potter