Grown or small
Adult or child
Lonely or happy
Sober or not
I have occupied this space for so long
I have settled on the sharp edges of its ledge
I am imagine myself high up
Reaching for the clouds and moon, maybe even a star
Which I could hold under my chin like a buttercup
See if he loves me or not (if I have remembered the wish well that is)
I take a deep breath, perhaps being in-between
Opens up windows and closes doors
Now my door is always locked
No one would find me I think
But cast the thought away in colouring pencils and other pretties
Perhaps I can do this - take a deep breath
And decide on the brightest way ahead
No more liminal space or doubt
I can move forward and look back
Or move backwards and lose my footing
I sigh, so many decisions but no movement inside
I need honey and berries to fill up my soul
To find my feet and settle my worries - to find the best path to shine again -
If indeed I ever shone before.
