Begin the Balance
By Natasha Gruss © 2009

Unfamiliar Suffering.
This is not heartache.
Words don't sound, sound
so intriguing,
like when you used to flow the pen on paper.
How could you just make that come out of your head?
It comes out no longer.

You're not impressed with yourself anymore.
The sin of pride is shed.
To sloth! To immobilization!
Not even Meditation would grant you a visit.
These parts of your soul dissipated.
Your moods didn't matter.
It was only Happiness that you could never express.
It was that, that
gave you your road block.

When you're suddenly funny,
you know something is wrong.
Instead of a moment of glorious distinguishing character,
humor means you are no longer yourself.
You are almost lost in the void if you can make Them laugh.
Gregarious behavior ill becomes you, and silence makes you snotty.

So where are you now, and what can you be?
There seems there is nothing able to define you,
without someone shouting "Insanity".
What can you do now to prove them wrong?
To sound intriguing… and crack a smile.

It slips, slips
through the cracks,
and you're stuck in an uncommon rut.
The scales have yet to level.
Stop thinking someone else can balance them for you.