In the Interim

I’m still here, reading between the lines—

pondering all hopes and dreams,

while stuck in these confines;

fearing what’s unknown to me

and what is yet to be—

the many things that march on by

and what I hope to see.

Oh!  All those hours that I’ve spent, 

trying to get from here to there…

waiting for the sun to break,

the storm to pass, the clouds to part

I wallow in this in-between

stuck in this empty shell…

grappling for stability,

I live my life vicariously,

in this limbo I'm assigned—

 observing others pass on by,

  I read between the lines.

© Ginny Brannan 2019