Stuck in Limbo
In between everything that was
And everything to be
Is something that doesn't quite feel like the present.
My eyes are absent
From the scenes before me
As my mind and heart run away hand in hand
Frolicking through time and space
To places I cannot name or describe.
My mirror is a tell tale sign
As my hair colors change every other week,
My face breaks out,
And my eyebrows alternate between groomed and wild.
Gentleness with myself does not come easy
Because all my self doubt
Screams so fucking loud
I can't hear a thing over it.
So I just wait.