Spilt wine

Like a see-saw positioned at an awkward angle,
Defying all laws, gravity and inertia
I know that I exhibit
A state of perfect disequilibria;

I stand the mute bystander,
While my life flows by – ebbs and tides
And it hits me with sudden clarity
A tell-tale blush, one that never hides,

I know what ails me,
I know it is You –
Alternating haunting memories, then sedate amnesia,
A pendulum shifting between poison and ambrosia.

I continue to trust You – You have betrayed me before
Yet now I am wiser, I know,

Waking reality and sleeping dreams-
More often than not, differ.

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