I am neither a child nor an adult.

Young but not childish,

Old but not wise

Lost in the realms of in-between

I struggle

Ignorance no longer touches me

But a gamut of knowledge I do not yet grasp

Here I am in the folds of darkness and light

Struggling

Light from above calls to me

My name is on its lips

“Come my child,” I hear

Body and soul I tire

I struggle for what seems eternity

Time and again I move forward,

I fall back in an endless cycle

Struggling

But now I sit, not lost in limbo

For I know this place well

Sitting here stagnant

“Repent!” I chide myself

Struggling

With futile tears I ruminate

Fight or fall, I do not say

I know what’s right

I know what’s good

I do not choose

I struggle