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.