Liminal Spaces: A Poem

Searching the lost and found
For yesterday's perfect chance
For the word that should have been my last
For someone else's guarantee
that some good things are meant to be
(and the power to believe it)
For the weathered road map
left by someone who's been down this path
For your good graces
For the liminal spaces
at the border of love and indifference
This is where I make my home

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I wrote this on my fifteen-minute break at work this morning. I started with “Searching the lost and found / For your good graces / For the liminal spaces.” I often feel like I live in in-between spaces, where there are so many possibilities just waiting to be ruled out.