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
By Sarah 
Beautiful and wise Sarah!
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Thank you 😊 this one just came together and wrote itself!
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I wrote a little something on my blog =)
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This is so good, speaks clearly.
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The words just came to me for this. Must be because they’re true!
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🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thanks so much 😊
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Excellent poem Sarah, full of wisdom.
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Thanks Michael.
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Bravo! Oh the hypocrisy
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Sucha profound piece of poetry. In such beautiful words, you have described the essential balance we need in our lives. Brilliant.
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Thank you so much 😊
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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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Thank Jules 😊
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