Reconcile

The past can’t be changed; only balanced.
So, callus hands loading its ballast.

The weight of bad & the weight of good.
The weight of big pictures understood.

Counter destruction with creation.
Counter wild with solid foundation.

Level the scores between love & hate.
Level both hell & the pearly gates.

Whatever came unto you before…
Whatever colored in your soul’s core…

Is a thing you must balance ahead…
Be in the black before you are dead.

Published by

Unknown's avatar

lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

Leave a comment