I dwell in the spaces that blur the lines,
Not quite anchored, yet not adrift,
Neither in light nor cloaked in shadow,
Neither in joy nor in sorrow’s rift.
I find no solace in contentment’s embrace,
Yet fulfillment eludes, a whisper on the breeze.
My heart, a pendulum, swings with no grace,
Neither gleeful laughter nor sorrowful pleas.
I’m caught in a pause, where silence reigns,
Neither at peace nor lost in the fray.
My mind, a still lake, holds unspoken strains,
Neither tranquil waters nor wild dismay.
Is it I who whispers, or is it you,
This in-between, a refuge disguised?
A quiet moment, a fleeting view,
Where life’s meaning is softly revised.
For in this suspended breath of existence,
Amidst the chaos and calm, I roam,
Perhaps there’s a beauty in this persistence,
In finding my way, in calling it home.
