Frozen in motion.
There, I sat on the ledge
Of the threshold.
Caught between life and death.
I know that it doesn’t
Help if I kick or scream -
I’m not gonna wake from
These nightmares or these dreams.
Maybe I’m stuck in
The caverns of hell and
The plateaus of heaven.
I hang like a puppet
Impaled on a coil. Just
waiting to find my fate.
It’s all too much,
And not enough.
It’s liminal.
I tell myself
There’s nothing left,
But every time I turn a corner
I am stuck.
Stuck in the middle of it.
Well, now I grow wary
That maybe I’ll never stray.
I could be an orphan in the ether.
Bury me in purgatory grey.
It feels like I live in
The space between time and
The time between spaces.
I hang like a puppet
Impaled on a coil, just waiting.
But,
I tell myself
There’s nothing left,
But every time I turn a corner
I am stuck.
Stuck in the middle of it.
It’s all too much, and not enough.
It’s liminal.