At War with Myself

There is no winning 

in this war with myself

Weapons drawn from every direction

gun loaded

bows ready

waiting, just waiting

I stand between them

broken and torn

role-playing the target

and the executioner

A part of me will die

and I must do the honors

but I can’t

for I always see both sides

And so I remain there, in the middle

stagnant in growth 

and drowning in indecision

while the world moves on without me

There is no winning

in this war with myself.