Between Worlds

Have you ever felt as though you’re battling another part of yourself?

Often times you find yourself locked inside of a cage.

You scream and rattle the heavy door,

but there’s not a single sign of help.

It’s like a prison; a containment facility.

It harbors your insanity until you’re forced to give in and set it free.

You live between worlds.

Two halves fighting to become one,

but they can’t find harmony.

Like oil and water, never mixing,

this is how it always has been and this is how it always will be.

It’s a time share of sorts, between two sides of the war.

Once side at a time, fighting this way and that, pulling you out of the darkness and then plunging you right back.

It’s a constant battle zone just trying to keep an even score.

You do your best to go with the motions and try your hardest to guide the beasts.

But, you live between worlds.

When the sun goes down and the shadows begin to creep, the darkness emerges and begins to feast.

You must hold fast to your armor and reinforce the gates.

When the darkness begins to surround you and your vision becomes askew, you must stay strong.

When the tip of the mountains give way to the calm light of day, the darkness will fade away.