Poem: Stuck in the In-Between

I linger where the shadows pause,
Between the yes and not-quite,
A whisper caught in a half-formed thought,
A door ajar I cannot close.

The sky above is neither dusk nor dawn,
Colors blurred like wet watercolor tears,
Footsteps echo on a path that splits
Into nowhere and almost-somewhere.

Time drifts, a slow, reluctant tide,
And I float on currents that have no name,
Grasping at edges that dissolve
Before my fingers trace their shape.

I am both here and not,
A pulse between beats,
A breath suspended
In a room without walls.

Yet even in this limbo,
There is a strange light,
Flickering not with promise,
But with the quiet pulse of possibility.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie