liminal

My mind forages through liminal spaces
to try and find itself
and instead finds monoliths
of long dead things
it should have left behind
but built monuments for instead

Some days I can't escape the ghosts
that hover at the edges of my skin
things I chained to myself
and forgot were there
once dawn hit
and the light chased away their shadows

But they wait there for me
quiet
whispering
waiting for the night
which inevitably comes
knowing I need the dark to sleep
and no night light can save me
from myself

My mind forages through liminal spaces
to try and find itself
and finds itself alone
until someone knocks on the door
and the inner and outer worlds separate
to reveal something tangible
your breath a lifeboat in a sea
not made for one

© Indie Adams 2022