There’s a space between me and me that won’t be closed.
It’s who I was and who I am that seems so absurd.
I can’t look back, but I feel something remains there that I need.
Part of me pushes forward…curious for what’s ahead.
Part of me would just as soon a pillar of salt be.
My mind declares its new direction absent the heart.
How long before the compass spins out of control
leaving me stranded in this space that I’ve come to fear?
I live knowing that today ends without knowing who I am or who I was.
I live suspended here.
If today you came to me able to fill this gap
I’d pay the ransom glad to leave this hell,
but there’s no one coming, so I wait.
I hear say patience is a virtue, so I wait
sitting on these ashes contemplating this fate.
Is it faith or paralyzing indecision that keeps me bound?
Maybe it’s hope that there's more to this than I can conceive.
Slowly it passes, time eroding my sanity
cognizant of a different life,
waiting for a moment when all this has passed and the space becomes my sanctity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write. limbo sucks. fearing a state of mind you can feel yourself slipping into can be worse. like your use of stranded and suspended. take care, peace Darby