People ask me how I'm doing
My mind replays blurred things - lost heartbeats, hospital beds
All reminiscent of an accident scene
I'm somewhere in between
Between heartache and hope
Between anger and angst
Between maternity clothes and pre-pregnancy jeans
I'm somewhere in between
I feel old and used up
Too weathered for 31
More like 50, or 60 years or so
I'm somewhere in between
Between expectancy and loss
Between Heaven and the grave
Between reality and a dream
I'm somewhere in between
I'm somewhere in between
~ Danya Joy Youngblood
