Balance & Composure Poem by Lucas Pate

Balance, equilibrium
Lone gone
Incapable of returning
No longer at a state of rest
Thoughts overwhelm
Mind working on overtime
A muddled mess,
Of incomplete thoughts
Clear thinking lost
Composure stretched out
No longer calm
Swayed by the willows
Control inexistent
Over ran by irrational reactions
Cause by irrational thoughts
Smallest of breeze
Leaning, nearly breaking me
Need to find my roots
My anchor
My stability
My balance and composure
Rediscover and restore,
Is a must
With my balance and composure,
I can weather any storm
Sway and bend but never break.
Restore, permanently root,
And I will forever stand strong.