The In-Between
For Vocal’s Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge
Red and orange branches overhead
Light trickling in through heavenly halos
Leaves spiraling all around
The musty smell of change in the air
The path before me splits infinitely
No way of knowing which one to take
My internal compass broken long ago
No way of returning from where I came
Darkness shrouding my way back home
Tempted to stay in this eternal state
Of in-between and perpetual change
But what kind of life can I live
Stuck on pause, with no way forward?
Not one you would want for me—
So I take one step forward
And another
And another
As the light around me fades
Setting on another day
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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Comments (4)
Beautiful scene you're painted here!! Love fall so much!! Well done Stephanie!!
This gave me Robert Frost vibes. I felt like I was standing at those crossroads with you having to make that tough decision. Very well written.
We gotta always try to keep moving forward. Loved your poem!
So beautifully reflective. The imagery of autumn perfectly mirrors that feeling of being at a crossroads.