Between Two Worlds

 My brain swings wide from edge to air,
From shadowed fear to castles fair;
One breath it sounds a loud alarm,
Next builds a dream of perfect calm.

In threat mode, every step’s a fall,
It sees a crack in every wall;
It sharpens doubt, prepares to flee,
Turns harmless waves to raging sea.

In fantasy, it paints the sky,
With colors reason can’t deny;
It crowns the heart with golden schemes,
And rocks the soul in silver dreams.

Between these worlds I rise and slide
A pendulum I cannot hide;
Till stillness whispers soft and slow:
“Just stand in now… let both modes go.”