In the in-between I stand.

I am drawn into the depths of the past, where I was happy and content.
The more I recede, the fainter the future appears.

I regain my footing. Again I find myself in the in-between.

The future is vast and unknown.
Should I venture out of the safety of where I find myself
in the in-between?

I encircle myself. There is ample room to roam and explore. A thought arises, is the vortex in which I find myself my security net or my prison cell?

Move forward, I tell myself, the past is no more.
I don’t want to be stuck here in the in-between.

I step tentatively towards the future; my foot does not cross the threshold. I retreat.

In the in-between I stand.