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5/1: Scales (late night poetry)

Night
Sounds come and go.
The clock ticks above my head
Ever still.
The purr of the cat
Next to my head
Soothes.
Anxiety fights to remain
Dominant.
My desire to be calm balances
The scales.
Tips in one side.
Content.
Peaceful.
Scales waver.
Back and forth.
Anxiety is stronger again.
The gentle purr of a cat brings the scale close to even.

~Amanda 

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