Enjoy the music (click this link) TINY TEARS which sets the mood of the poem
The Unbalancing Act
My scale is so sensitive,
One harsh look or word
Tips me back into the void.
Juggling like a pro,
The sad, the bright, and the ugly,
Sometimes makes me fall.
Handle me with care,
Because I am as fragile as they come,
Without being reduced to shards.
This glass balance, when it breaks,
Drops colored tear- shaped prisms
All over the public streets.
The upright passersby stare at me
They retract their hands
In case I fall towards them.
Under cover, I practice my moves.
Behind closed doors, I dupe myself
Into thinking I am improving my act.
Juggling dull blades and my sanity
Has proven to be an unimaginative show .
The audience bores, leaves me alone.
© 2006 all rights reserved
This poem was written in 2006. I was in a poetry workshop at the time and I added this footnote:
Depression is hard enough on the depressed,
but those standing near, are left impotent,
frustrated, and disarmed.”
I found this poem in a drawer today and decided to post it, for a few reasons. 1. I could never write a poem like this today, because I am not depressed now.(I am very grateful for that) 2. I know that both poetry and coming into Second Life gave me my self worth back, which is something deeply lost in depression. 3. Having a loved one in this condition, or any mental illness is so very hard. I know as I have seen this “life from both sides now.”