stuck

caught in the in between

stuck in the space between my mind

and what comes next

i listen to the sounds

i listen to the sounds

i listen to the sounds

and i ignore myself

i find it easy to get lost

i hope to not be found

i feel a hand

graze my lower back

and i feel safe

i lift my friendly glass

and take a sip

and fall into the memories

the memories of what came before

and where they've left me now

i breathe

i breathe

i breathe

and i convince myself that i am fixed

for a moment

in this moment

i am healed

but that does not satiate the angst

the angst i crave

to crave a need to be saved

but that doesn't come

that hand does not shelter me

it only gently ushers me through

through a passing moment

in which i am free

and everything will be okay

but then

i wake

i wake

i wake

and greet the day

that greeted me

the day before

i am not saved

but i am safe

for now

for a time

in this time

for a moment

that i will call mine