Boundaries Torn

I caught myself staring,
at a not so distant light.
Not in my line of sight.
My heart begs for action.
My mind pleads correction.
Lost without direction,
the background loses focus.
Am I breaching on caring,
or frozen in comparing?

I find myself glaring,
at the antagonizing light.
Hung on fight or flight.
My heart demands satisfaction.
Mind vouches silently, "compassion."
Facing my reflection,
no longer without purpose.
Is it trouble I'm bearing,
or boundaries I'm tearing?