Dear Seesaw, my feelings toward you
are unbalanced. Oh! The irony!
Your constant teetering makes me uneasy.
You make it so I must rely on another
to have any chance of balance;
It burdens me yet I cannot stop.
I become almost catatonic
once I fall into a rhythm
with my counterpart.
You tease me make me believe
balance is possible and I may even be
close but it never comes.
Even still in the end
I can think of nothing and your gentle movement
eventually calms me.
By Lara D. Jarvinen