The Space Between Lines

I suppose this is my punishment.

Stuck between my past and my future,

When a single line reminded me

Of the miracle I gave up.

No matter which angle I searched from,

Frustration clung to me—

Like a half-written letter

That would never be sent.

I can’t change the past,

And my future carries the weight.

It lingers behind me,

A phantom I cannot shake.

Unsure if the torment will soften,

I walk the road of uncertainty.

Wondering if mercy waits ahead,

Or if I’m destined to suffer.

I remember when I held two sweet lines;

The decision pending.

If only I had hindsight,

Guilt mightn’t dwell within me.

I pray for another chance,

I persevere.

Not knowing if blessing or damnation

Waits in the silence of tomorrow.