LIFE IS A HOME OF YIN AND YANG

This sun is too blinding

From the window, it’s too bright

This peace is too binding 

From zero to hope, it’s too frightening 

This house is my home 

That night was too real 

Behind the closed doors of trouble

That despair was too reeling 

Behind the smile, the pain was double

And maybe I was alone 

But That was also my home

For so maybe I need to accept 

This yin and yang of mind 

Neither is to exempt 

For I need both of them to survive