I’m living on the edge; how can I do this?
Life slipping from my grasp like sand through fingers
I don’t want to die; I don’t want to miss
Yet at this moment, so fragile, my life only lingers
I look at others and feel pangs of jealousy
They have so much life and I am barely here
I have so much to live for that they should see
I don’t want to leave those I hold dear
Life is so tiring, my energy low, my body weak
Living in limbo, neither here nor gone
Yet still, in this state, it is life that I seek
Death is expected, yet for life I still long
Surviving against the odds, I’ve lived a great life
Each day lived fully; every day treasured
I lived and loved and laughed through strife
Can the worth of my life truly be measured?
Alas, I am stuck here in the in-between
Alive, but not quite, visible but unseen.
(c) Lucy Watts MBE. Written 2021.