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Balance © Stephen Stacey via freeimages.com |
Which way will it go?
One tip and everything changes
Each side sits still
Waiting for my next move
Side to side, suspended in the air
My hands tremble. It is such a heavy burden to bear.
The verdict is coming
There is no way to stop it
Faster, faster
Life or death?
Right or wrong?
Fact or fiction?
Bond servant or free?
How do I choose?
Why can't I see?
I am blinded by my own misery
Haunted by a sense of duty
Carefully placing a coin in one side
The pendulum shifts
The mood has changed
No longer stale
Dynamic, shifting, swaying
And then, the dust settles
The choice has been made
Will I live to see another day?
Palms are sweaty
I am desperate to be rid of this weight
Flinging all of my chips at the balance, laying it all on the table
I have nothing to lose
In a moment of clarity, my eyes see a faint glow
Do I dare to hope?
Alas, I leave the pendulum
Unbalanced, teetering
I have emptied everything into a hunk of metal
Now I go
Steeling myself for the answer
Head up, shoulders back
The verdict is in.
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