between

wings are just feathers
held together
by hopes and dreams
and never feel quite real

chains now, they’re
weighty and heavy
held together by
duty and fear

half of one and
a bit of the other
we hover a span
above the ground

singing and whistling
pretending everything’s fine
just as it ought to be
right here in the shade

the crossroads ahead
is looming forever
chained as we are
we never need bother

middle ground
mediocre and safe
tints of grey, never
black and white

colours are for heroes
real people waver
in the shade between
light and dark

never mind
lost chances
just get on with it
right as you are

sit here and wait
till the flesh
falls off and
all turns to dust.


© Sybille Sterk
Do not copy or publish this poem in any way, shape or form without my written permission.

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Sybille Sterk

Cambridge, United Kingdom

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Just pondering lost chances and the lack of motivation…. I sometimes wonder if it’s harder for women to ‘make something of themselves’, or is that just an excuse?


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