No Man’s land

Alone

Webs of yesterday untangling into the crisp breeze, dissolving a past that no longer has its rewards; she now carries a residue of melancholy and stands in no-man’s-land

She composed her life story, edited her journey over and over The words puddled in tears cries to immortality, petitioning for saving while moving through her energy field

Bodiless arms supported her in the sigh of dawn By her family, that’s no longer bound here

They tracked her tears to a diary, of which she could not recall

They held her as she reached into the chambers of her heart and united with her inner child releasing their cracks and crevasses and hand-me-downs She allowed her child to bellow it out and held her in tenderness She knew it was their path to resolving the refrain that her innocence held

Her inner child has grown No longer responsible for her moans They are together now, and who are we without all the past?

What she thought was the end she found out is not over yet

Everything around her is part of the old So where does she fit now because that old shoe has worn out? She’s still in no-man’s-land, waiting to ground

She has untouchable silence that cries to the earth’s bounty, hoping her new self will become the person she was born to be

Not sure what sail she will follow and on what breeze

Who am I now without all the yesteryears? I’m in no-man’s-land searching for the unknown