Ink Between Moments

A quiet battle between who I am and who I’m becoming

There are moments in life when nothing outside us seems to move, yet inside, entire worlds shift.

This poem is born from that space – the tug between forward and backward, the weight of years, and the quiet war we wage within ourselves

Inner turmoil reflects the duality of being human: conflicted, searching, still learning to walk toward light.

Inner turmoil

Two steps backward, two steps forth –
I sway like a pendulum.
Lost forever, or found my soul –
whatsoever it may be.

I dive deep into thoughts,
trying to silence them.
Days blur into years,
something – or everything – I missed;
yet I haven’t moved some.

Are shadows grey,
or is reality light?
I work within my shadows
to become none.

War and Peace –
both reside in me.
I am at war with myself,
at peace with everyone.