Caught in the Middle
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~ M I D D L E ~ A bit of a longer read than usual about being the middle child.... Enjoy!

Caught in the Middle

I’m always torn between the two:

I’m always torn between the two: my sister, with her smarts and logic;

I’m always torn between the two: my sister, with her smarts and logic; or my brother—a sweet, little darling in need of emotional support.

As the middle child, I don’t always have the luxury of having my own side.

As the middle child, I don’t always have the luxury of having my own side. It's always either “his side” or “her side.”

As the middle child, I don’t always have the luxury of having my own side. It's always either “his side” or “her side.” From sharp retorts to slashing words, their tension builds in a way not unlike a war room.

With clenched fists and angry crescents blemishing their skin, I can see their restraint.

With clenched fists and angry crescents blemishing their skin, I can see their restraint. They hurt themselves—trying to rein in their emotions,

With clenched fists and angry crescents blemishing their skin, I can see their restraint. They hurt themselves—trying to rein in their emotions, knowing well enough that their words will hurt more than any physical wound.

All their hatred and anger are built into a brittle wall,

All their hatred and anger are built into a brittle wall, ready to shatter.

It is only in these moments when their emotions come into play,

It is only in these moments when their emotions come into play, where harsh truths are buried in half-lies.

It is only in these moments when their emotions come into play, where harsh truths are buried in half-lies. Only then does my mind struggle to grasp a solution.

Part of me wishes to stand beside my sister, unable to ignore her facts.

Part of me wishes to stand beside my sister, unable to ignore her facts. Yet... when I look at my brother, I long to wrap my arms around him;

Part of me wishes to stand beside my sister, unable to ignore her facts. Yet... when I look at my brother, I long to wrap my arms around him; help him boost his self-esteem and heal his withering mentality.

I know I cannot choose both, nor can I simply walk away.

I know I cannot choose both, nor can I simply walk away. A brother and sister, nine years apart, and already raging war against one another.

There was a time when it was them who shared the perfect kinship and I,

There was a time when it was them who shared the perfect kinship and I, who was the outsider.

There was a time when it was them who shared the perfect kinship and I, who was the outsider. Looking between them now,

There was a time when it was them who shared the perfect kinship and I, who was the outsider. Looking between them now, it’s almost impossible to recall a loving relationship like that ever existing.

If it meant they could rekindle their bond and be at peace once more,

If it meant they could rekindle their bond and be at peace once more, I would surrender my place.

If it meant they could rekindle their bond and be at peace once more, I would surrender my place. I would go back to being the outsider if it meant I would never have to choose a side and break another heart.

I would do it.

I would do it. For them.

*** Hey guys, Sorry for the repetition of images! I'm heading out for a Thanksgiving getaway (Canada's Thanksgiving is October 14).

*** I'm currently at a Tim Hortons with limited time, so I thought I'd just quickly put this together. Hope this read was worth your time! Cheers! And happy (early/belated) Thanksgiving wherever you are!

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