The In Between

,
Not as far
Down the rabbit hole I fall.

Just halfway between dark and light.

I can either crawl back up

Towards the light that shines

From the world above,

Or I can sink

Ever deeper now,

Towards that cold dark place

That holds familiarity. 

I’m stuck here in between. . 

I reach out a small purple hand.

It’s cold and frail,
I whisper to God above. 

I wait for signs,

But if I they come

Will I know what they mean?

I feel like I’ve lost 

The ability to understand 

Good from evil. 

Like that apple in the tree. 

It’s glossy red. 

My mouth waters,

But I don’t want to eat alone. 

I guess I’ll pray to make it through 

one more day. 

Until I find

The answers here 

In Between.