A Parable About Balance

There once was a woman who lived on the Line.
On her left,
A lake of lava and fire spit.
On her right,
Miles and miles of glacier ice.
But on the Line the woman lived.
A fertile stretch where she survived.
Never venturing far into the heat
Nor becoming friendly with the freeze.
She lived on the Line.
Between the hot and the cold.
But the Line was narrow and confined.
She was sometimes bored, felt pressurized.
But if she strayed too far away
Her flesh would either singe or numb and gray.
So, she lived on the Line.
And learned to find contentment
With simple living
On her slim strip of land.
Between the fierce flames
And the futile frost.