In the Balance
If I traded what was precious for what I didn't need.
Would the weight of that imbalance make my soul begin to bleed?
Would the anguish in my heart make the tears stream down my face?
Would my smile depart forever, leaving sadness in it's place?
Would remorse set in to haunt me for the foolish thing I'd done?
Would the man I am be hollowed, with the man that I'd become?
Would I go on unfeeling, as if not a thing had changed, and deny that it had meaning, as my life was rearranged.
Would my life so cold and bitter, be so consumed with hate, that the mention of that precious thing could set me in a rage.
Would my world be lost in darkness, if my eyes they failed to see.
That my life would lose all meaning if a trade like this should be.

Darrell Alan Logan 2002