Between who I am and who I long to be

there lives a fire  a yearning a hum.
A space between now and the dream I chase
and in that space, life finds its place.

Desire builds bridges gives motion, gives weightt
it's the pulse that pushes, the force that creates
But when that dream pulls too far ahead
the present grows hollow, alive but unfed

Anxiety lives where the now   can’t stay
where tomorrow steals every breath away
'What’s next? What’s good? What’s coming for me?'
No time to feel just urgency

We leap from moment to moment too fast
no space for meaning, no time for the past
Mind and body fall out of tune,
as we race to escape an invisible gloom

And then  comes the silence  the weight the gray,
when desire itself has wandered away.
Depression is not the rush but the stall,
where the space between selves collapses and falls

'Why try again? Why feel the same pain?'
The questions repeat like a looping refrain.
'It’s pointless' we whisper. 'What’s the use?'
And the world feels distant,cold, obtuse

Anxiety and depression  two faces, one coin
of a modern life we each must join.
Once , meaning came from the stars or the skies
now we’re the authors we write, we revise

That freedom is rich, but it comes with a cost,
when direction is ours,  but we still feel lost
To face this ache with presence and grace,

To hear the silence to name the ache
to walk with the soul through the paths it must take.
In the heart of the struggle,  beyond all pretense
we find a new kind of healing
human and present.