Limbo
Limbo,
A place I dwell.
The world whirling by.
Time is a constant.
Yet, unrecognizable.
Days, Months, Decades
Melt into one moment of limbo.
Ambivalence,
A place I dwell.
Immobilized by apprehension
Of climbing to fall…
Falling is a constant.
Yet, disillusionment.
I will ascend again.
Stagnant.
A place I dwell.
Irresolute in movement.
Movement isn’t always a constant.
Yet, progress IS a given.
Limbo,
A place I dwell.
Life whirling by.
Existence is a constant.
Yet, wearisome.
Days, Months, Decades
Melt into one moment of paradoxical metamorphosis…
Copyright © Kelly Malmborg | Year Posted 2007
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