two faces so similar,
yet separate pillars.
One pulling you back,
one pushing you forward
until you’re an unraveling cord.
One a smiling conspirator
twisting a knife you can’t see,
the other a fear-monger
fanning panic’s fires and crying, “Flee!”
sadness and alarm.
working to cause you harm.
Extremists with different styles,
and all the while
you’re caught in the middle alone.
Embrace the Now in the middle
it’s the place where you can try
and the place where depression and anxiety
struggle to survive.
©June 2016, Christina Anne Hawthorne