I am

Limenal

Betwixt and between

Without structure

Or form

Existing only as chaos

Prima materia

Forever slumbering

Beneath blankets of twilight

I am afloat

In a suffering sea

A balloon lost in the autumn sky

The plaything of cruel winds

Neither feeling

Nor felt

Carried into dusk’s narrow throat

Havenless

Hungry

Hollow

Will I ever find my home?

Posted by Charl Mijnhardt

Charl Mijnhardt is an established freelance writer with a special interest in wellness and mental health. He is also an experienced technical writer with many years' experience writing for the security industry. He currently lives in South Africa with his wife, Nastasia, and his cat, Gizmo. Hire him to write engaging copy for your website, blog, e-book, newsletter or marketing communications.

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