Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah


When we grow flowers,
we make a choice.
Instead you plant weeds,
by raising your voice.

Polish your silverware,
but not your good grace.
Check your surroundings,
but not your own face.

Your thunder and lightning
impose with their show.
But kindness and love
are the riches I know.

So I keep the balance.
Embrace your rain.
There cannot be pleasure
without the pain.

By Sarah ©2018

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Sunday Writing Prompt – Collage Prompt #41

15 thoughts on “Balance”

  1. In our gardens insects and squirrels must also roam with the colorful birds.
    I like though how you put human emotions in your piece.
    My parents used to preform that type of balancing act – and I always wondered how they stayed together. Sometimes the glue of a relationship is hard to see if you are not part of it.

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