In-Between Steps

Amidst the whisper of the evening breeze,

I walk, caught in the tapestry of thought,

Each footfall a heartbeat, each pause a sigh,

Between where I’ve been and where I long to be.

The sun dips low, a golden promise,

Painting shadows that dance along the path,

I glance back at echoes of laughter,

Yet the sound fades, a mere ghost of warmth,

Lingering like the scent of jasmine,

Sweet and fleeting, pressed against the dusk.

A notebook rests heavy in my hands,

Pages blank, yet filled with unspoken dreams,

Words hang like ripe fruit just out of reach,

As I ponder the weight of silence,

The comfort of not knowing, the thrill of the unknown.

Each step forward is a gentle rebellion,

Against the gravity of what was,

Yet my heart flutters in this space,

Between the certainty of the past

And the uncertainty of what lies ahead.

I pass a bench, weathered and wise,

Where lovers once whispered secrets,

Their vows now woven into the fabric of time,

I pause, tracing the etchings of their names,

And wonder if love, like this moment,

Is a fleeting dance, a pause in the rhythm.

Clouds gather, a soft quilt against the sky,

As twilight wraps the world in its embrace,

And I find solace in the stillness,

In the in-between, where dreams shimmer,

Like stars waiting to be born.

What is it to feel so utterly lost,

Yet find beauty in the wandering?

To hold onto fragments of a life

That slips through fingers like grains of sand,

Yet still, I walk, each step a soft declaration,

A promise to myself to embrace the pause.

My thoughts drift like leaves on a stream,

Carried by the current of a gentle wind,

Mid-sentence, mid-step, in this sacred silence,

I breathe in the possibilities,

Exhale the remnants of yesterday’s weight.

The path stretches onward, a ribbon of hope,

And though the destination remains unclear,

I find joy in the journey, the gentle unfolding,

Where every moment is a brushstroke

On the canvas of my ever-evolving heart.

So here I stand, in the embrace of twilight,

Caught between the known and the unknown,

With the world whispering its secrets,

And the stars beginning to flicker to life,

I carry my notebook, my dreams untold,

And in this pause, I am perfectly whole.