Twixt and Between

Description of being emotionally torn between things in life, family, sickness, and health

Twixt and Between
Written on a quiet day of reflection.

Today, I find myself caught between gratitude and grief.
Grateful to be alive, to breathe, to see another day unfold,
yet saddened by strained family ties and the quiet ache of distance.

The weather feels much the same, soft, gray, and undecided.
I am thankful for its gentleness,
but the string of dreary days has settled heavily on my spirit.

I want to help others, to be useful, to give something of myself,
Yet I can barely lift my own burdens right now.
The world spins in turmoil,
and I feel powerless to make a difference,
standing still in a storm that never seems to end.

Twixt and between.

That is where I am, not broken, but not whole either.
Hope and hopelessness share the same breath,
each waiting for the other to fade.

And now, I feel the pain of others,
those who are sick, beaten, and broken.
Their suffering seeps into my thoughts,
and I carry the weight of their loved ones,
who feel helpless and hopeless as they watch and wait.
No words, no prayers seem able to change the outcome,
yet hope must live on,
for without it, how can they go on at all?

I am glad they are still here,
but my heart trembles at their pain.
I wish I could help, do something, anything,
but I know clearly there is nothing I can do.
Sorrow is real, but so is love,
and that love must be the thread that holds us through the darkness.

Twixt and Between

Still, somewhere deep within,
a small ember reminds me that quitting is not an option.
Even when I feel useless,
life itself whispers that there is still purpose.

So I will stay here a while, twixt and between,
feeling, waiting, praying in silence,
until faith, or light, or maybe just time,
shows me which way to go next.