She Held the Scales Until Her Fingers Bled

Constantly negotiating the balance,
insisting upon extremes
She held the scales,
muscles burning with exhaustion

Internal dissonance is a resounding off-timbre clash
in the chambers of her heart

Brass gripped in trembling, white knuckle control,
opposing sides that would never touch

The stars revolved here,
the sun rose and set here,
seasons turned on the axis of this woman and her scales

Until the day,
with a gut-filled sigh,
her fingers finally bled an inch too much
Gulf in her heart
became just too loud to bear


The stars kept moving,
the sun rose and set,
seasons turned on their axis when she set down the scales

Opposing sides touched,
crept together like desperate lovers,
met somewhere in the middle, in the middle of her

Then she knew silence
Then she knew peace

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