In Between
she once forgot what it was
to sit in the sun,
clean, cool, and content
the sky above her, the ground beneath
she forgot what it was
to not flounder, but to float
to exist in a world not here, not there
but a space perfectly in between
in between places and homes
in between one stage and the next
in between her past and future worries
in between one life and another
she had never truly lived in such a liminal space
never imagined how beautiful it could be
to live, not in stasis, not in suspense,
but in perfect patience
because not every day needs to be dedicated to a purpose
not every heartbeat needs to be a frantic thud
not every breath needs to be a gasp for air
not every step needs to be a sprint to the end
some days can just exist in one moment, in one mode:
clean, cool, and content,
the sky above her, the ground beneath,
and the future stretched far beyond
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