my present self

i'm stuck in this awful place,

between who i was

and who i will be,

still afraid to look over my shoulder for wings.

this place,

this wonderful place,

surrounds the air

and fills my lungs.

i breathe the new memories,

in and out,

though some more difficult to swallow than others.

 

i'm making a plan to escape,

but i'm leaving a way back in.