Balance

Each day, I walk like I’m heading into battle.
Not with swords, but with silence,
not with armor, but with weight I can’t name.

The world rushes past in blinks and blurs.
I’ve moved through cities,
slept beneath different skies,
but nowhere feels like a place to rest.

Life narrows into a fragile thread
one wrong step, and everything tilts.
Balance isn’t peace
it’s a fight to stay upright
when the ground beneath you keeps shifting.

It’s not just life.
It’s people.
Plans. Dreams.

Everything demands equilibrium
while chaos keeps whispering.

But maybe
balance isn’t found.
It’s learned.
And the longer you stand in the storm,
the steadier you grow.