Balance

Teeter toward angry

Totter toward calm

Balance is steady

Neither remains

but peace is your gain

See-Saw

from love into hate

Balance is comfort

and needs

both admiration and distaste

Balance the board

the check book

your life

All and nothing

both near and far

The middle is hard

tugged every which way

Whatever holds sway

the rest counters

with rhyme or reason

to save the day

From chaos comes order

From order disarray

the center is equilibrium

maintained at great cost

for without opposites

struggling within

Joy is lost

without sadness her twin