I don’t know when, if, the scales will ever be balanced

Some rocks are so big on both sides

Monumental moments create memories

Small silly seconds are stacked too

A huge bad boulder is dropped

And the scale is tipped

Good rocks rolling off

Making them feel forgotten

But they are still there

Gathering the good, refocusing

Gathering the giant good moments

Restocking, refocusing, remembering

Gratitude restores the good rocks

Back to their proper place

The scales feel even

Good news comes in, and it looks like the scales tip in good’s favour

Looming and threatening is another bad boulder

But we reinforce the good, stacking the odds, building a buffer against the bad

So when it is dropped, it won’t rock the rocks quite so much

And maybe we can find balance for another day