being in this seemingly constant
state of limbo
getting stuck in (the) between
what one really needs
is a bridge
from here to there
though as a migrant
it sometimes feels as if
i am building the bridge
as i am crossing it
– step-by-step
once in a while
daring to look down
into the abyss
and having to
move on still
*the city where i live, is one of many bridges… what about where you are? are there any bridges; and what is your experience of stepping onto and crossing over them? ~RSVP*
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