Balance
I want to be strong. I will crush those in my way and be ready for retaliations.
I am weak. I quietly accept the fault of another without foundations.
My body is hardened, but I am soft.
I touch what I want. My fingers brush against what I previously could not have posssibly reached.
I break what I need. My palms hold the shards of what is always held, the item pleached.
My hands withdraws from yours, with the grace of bear claws.
I want to love. My heart flutters quickly, I look upon the object of my desire.
I am forgotten. She leaves me, leaving my heart entrapped in briar.
My body quivers and the three words I hope for are not what she delivers.
Balance is just.
Balance is fair.
Balance is law.