Sweet to the tongue;
Detrimental to the soul.
Everything that tries to kill me
Keeps me whole.
My standing goal
Is to satisfy my sanity.
Balance a blessing of sainthood
With the seduction of vanity.
Doing too much of a good thing
Will afflict my body;
Doing too much of a bad thing
Makes my consciousness sorry.
Magnetic poles pulling me in two directions,
Each side aches to satisfy my deepest questions.
I do not move but bring them closer to me,
And the duality crumbles in divine unity.
Edited by Meagan Hurd