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Limbo

The place between Heaven and Hell

By Emily DickersonPublished 4 years ago 2 min read
Limbo
Photo by Andreea Popa on Unsplash

You’re telling me there’s no place

Between Heaven and Hell?

Let me introduce you

To some feelings I know well

At 15:

Treated like a child

Expected to act grown

Expected to understand

Every variable unknown

At 23:

Live on my own

But don’t own a home

Follow your heart

But don’t set your mind apart

Though my seeds

Have been lightly sown

At 32:

Well established but lonely

I feel like a phony

Some friends with kids

Others still making bids

About who’ll pass out last

From shots taken too fast

Get back to work

Man my head really hurts

At 43:

Mortgage payments and

Depression hand in hand

Can’t do anything right

Can’t escape this life

Work nine to five

And twenty four seven

Trying to raise

Four kids under eleven

Rat race and college debt

Do I get to retire yet?

At 59:

No fulfillment at all

These bills are my downfall

Insurance won’t cover it

As for the husband

Think I’ll smother him

Kids don’t call or visit

Parents will tell me to give it

Time 'til they come around

Where’s relief? Nowhere to be found

From the daily aches and pains

All relationships under strain

Bad news from cancer screening

The results will have you reeling

At 72:

Broken wrist won’t bounce back

Think the foundation’s gonna crack

Need to sell the home

I’ve never been this alone

Get a hobby find a group

Eat four day old

Canned lentil soup

Holidays will come and go

Running through seasons

To and fro

Take a nap or two or three

There’s not much left

Anymore for me

Lost my friends

And lost my mind

Just my keys

Take time to find

What was my purpose

What did I contribute

Not like the younguns

Would recognize a salute

The country’s in shambles

Politics are a joke

Can’t keep up with the times

Because I’m not woke

At 93:

Not sure who I am

Or who you are

Can’t escape these white walls

I can’t get very far

Who are you

Get away from me

My eyes don’t work

I can’t even see

No more Jello

To eat in my bed

My sanity’s gone

I’m better off dead.

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Emily Dickerson

Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3

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