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The Space in Between (poem)

By Woody Powell

One moment I'm in the land of the living.
The next I am in a space between the living and the dead.
I know that's where I am,
Because the past holds very little substance;
Only old life lessons from the essences of people I have known remain,
Long after the names have slipped from memory.

The way ahead is completely unknown,
No barriers, just a sense of waiting for a certain moment,
That's all, a certain moment when I pass over or through,
Or enter or go beyond.

Those things I will find out before very long.
There are bonds built over a lifetime
That will not loosen.
They are bonds of love, I carry them wherever I go.

Will I carry these bonds,
Knowing that they are eternal,
Yet what kind of carrier will I be?

Perhaps the bonds will be the carrier of me,
Perhaps I will always be borne up and defended by love.

Such are the ruminations,
From the space in between.