Balance of Self

Amidst the endless search of self

I came across a foreign thing

As was the serpent to the maiden eve

Curiosity mixed with fear

This thing in me was something dark

Coiled tightly before the strike

Lilting softly was its voice

I thought in pride to know myself

Better than most people should

I poked and prodded at my boundaries

Crossed all my limits

And came closer to perfection

Than the angels in their choirs singing

But the thing that baffled me

This thing colder than the glinting blade

That struck the weak

And tore the helpless from fortunes breast

No balanced scale its midst did keep

I tried to pry it from my person

And cast it far from who I was

But when it fled from my mind

The darkness left no light behind

For the thing I had to grasp

As the serpent was to the maiden eve

Something to be left alone

Though as well a door to the unknown