gnashing, gnawing, thrashing, clawing
am I the only one who remembers I am human?
screaming anxiety, pit of ulcers threatening
one a day is sometimes not enough,
jumping to panic should do no harm
and yet the fear of falling is so thick inside me
strength is just another virtue
one I sometimes desperately need in others
in the circumstances of this or that
in the presence of neither here nor there
would you choose left or right
when I sat in the middle?
it’s not always as terrible as it seems
sometimes the inner demons paint it that way.