I don’t want to be over;
Then I’ve too much on my plate.
I don’t want to be under;
Then I’ve too much time to wait.
I’ve got to find the balance,
Got to walk the tightrope straight.
That balance isn’t easy;
What suits you may not suit me.
I need alone time to regroup
And charge my battery.
What might make you feel boredom,
Makes me feel refreshed and free.
Spontaneity makes me anxious;
I don’t deal well with stress.
I prefer routine and structure,
And cannot abide a mess.
I don’t like to live life saying NO!,
But can’t deal with too much yes.
I know these things about myself;
They help me pave my way.
I have me-time – I focus within,
Before it’s time to play.
I hold the ultimate power,
To make and shape each day.
I am the one who makes my fate,
I’m the queen of this here realm.
I must know that I steer this ship,
That I am at the helm.
My final destination?
The balanced state of whelm.
(This is the fourth post using a writing prompt I received from a writing group last December. The prompt ‘moving’ became an ode to bovine boot camp in Hoof camp. The prompt ‘summer’ became a love poem (of sorts) in I knew a love. The prompt ‘if only’ became a song in If I Only Had Some Grace. And now, the prompt ‘tightrope’ has become a poem about balance.)
What would you do with the writing prompt ‘tightrope’? And how do you maintain balance in your life?