Balance

A poem about a balance between two sides. Originally written on my blog:

Light? Darkness?
What is one without the presence of the other?
Good? Bad?
What does it matter when all will face justice anyways?

Without the presence of one,
The other does not exist.
Even if they were seen by the strongest eyes,
Under a radiating blue sky.

Flow, four letters and the gentle waters swish,
Yet there is no structure within these letters written
One could hope to be a poet with clever words and fancy schemes
What do they all mean in the grand scheme of things?

Light paves through the hellish darkness
Darkness swallows up corrupt justice
Good empties all the wrong in a minute
Bad reveals all that is blinded

All that keeps us spinning
Weighs harshly on our joy and sorrow
If there truly is a presence of one
Do pray that there is an absence of a one-sided tomorrow

Can we tell what is fruitful when all we consume is rotten?
No. Keep heart, so that neither side is forgotten.

Author's Note

No restrictions, have at it!

Reviews

[Chris]

A though-provoking piece. A philosophical look toward understanding life as it is.

[Noel]

I'm humbled to hear this was thought-provoking. Life is full of positives and negatives, but I like to think we are who we are because of those things.

[John the Baptist]

The feeling is that the speaker really got burned at some time in the past. There is a sense of apathy here, of paralysis. All we consume is rotten? Notify the FDA.

[Noel]

Not a bad analysis! The voice I attempted to portray would be something of a pessimist attempting to be optimistic, perhaps trying to boost the morale of those in a similar situation.