May be

May be I need to balance

And find that level-headedness

That will be the fulcrum

Of my redness.

May be I need trueness

And a clasping of my hands

So that I may not tether nor fall,

May be I need to lance.

May be all we seek

Is a tightrope walk

And there is no use being meek

And leading with all the talk.

May be life needs joy

More, and not wounds sore,

Or may be I need healing

Through the telling of drolly lore.

May be I need you,

May be I need love in my eyes,

May be I need to see more

Different slices of life.

May be I should bow more

In reverence of the storm,

May be I need to learn to balance,

For which I need both smiles and frowns.

And may be I need more bonhomie

And may be a heart that feels all,

And may be I need conversation

Deep spruced up with some jokes.

May be when you read this

You feel I must have lost my mind,

May be all I need is poetry

So that balance I can find.

And may be you will tell me

What caused the stoppage first

So that I can mend the leak,

Ensure smooth flow and prevent a burst.