The in-between

Take me to a sun lit room
Open the door to my dusty tomb
Grounded in the density of my gloom
Lifted by wings of blue
Livin in the in-between
Screaming in agony in pastures of perfect green
Birds chirping, hearts breaking, breath-taking
More comfortable than I’ve ever been in my body
While my heart’s still aching

I spoke my truth
It set me free
But my best friend
Didn’t seem to agree
A celebration and a funeral
simultaneously

I’m happy in my sadness
I’m sad in my happiness
There’s madness in my mourning
There’s night in my day
There’s seriousness in my play

So much delicious food on my plate
But today I’m not hungry.