Between What Was And What Awaits

I sit where time forgets to speak, Above the weight of yesterday. The clouds remember all my doubts, Yet hold me gently, anyway. The moon does not ask who I was, The birds don’t question where I’ll go. They move like promises unkept, Across a sky I used to know. I am not falling. I am not saved. I am suspended Between what was And what awaits. And maybe this pause This silent breath above the world Is where healing Learns my name.