The Halfway House

This is the tale of the halfway house, the state of being 'in limbo,' and a most welcome ending. I have lived recent months here at the halfway house, in this here village, somewhere between life and death. I didn't know what would happen next, but now I am enlightened in that regard. Now I know where I will go to from here. In limbo, this place, where I was craving some magnificent escape from. I didn't think I had it in me, at times, but Lord I tried, oh, how I tried. I had to question why such a neverending struggle. Few answers show themselves, and I weary of waiting for them also to seek me out. They rarely ever do.

Life is made up of stages and eras, and it is what we do with them, how well we cope, how they subsequently affect us. Sometimes we break and crumble and at others we stand tall and fight and take it on the chin. The safety net that catches you, the falling through the blue into lightness. Envelope me with your tenderness, save me from here, save me from my thoughts. The battle ends eventually, the fragments of images of people and memories will remain. Those who still stand and move into the light, well, soldiers of love are they.

I shall leave the halfway house behind, like so many other buildings of my past. Something else is waiting now, and who knows what. The beauty of the days is that we never really know what lies ahead. It is adventure, challenge, magic. All we can do is be the best that we can, and tirelessly face the truth. Every step brings us a little closer to death, but also a little closer to harmony, to heaven, to everlasting peace.