Somewhere Between

I exist

somewhere between

letting go

and holding on.

Not fully lost,

not fully found—

just suspended

in a moment

that won’t decide

what it wants to be.

I replay things

I should’ve released,

hold onto words

that already faded,

search for meaning

in places

that stopped answering.

And still—

there’s a part of me

that won’t give up.

A quiet voice

that says

this isn’t the end,

even when everything

feels like it already passed.

Maybe I’m not stuck.

Maybe I’m becoming—

slowly,

uncertainly,

in ways I don’t recognize yet.

Maybe this in-between

isn’t something to escape…

but something

I have to move through

to find

whatever comes next.