Stuck in the In-Between
You are trapped in the
world of what-not, what-ifs,
and wannabes.
Top at the time may be the bottom
tomorrow, a smile a slap in the face.
Your core is courageous, wrapped in a
layer of boundless denial not looked
at too closely.
The hot sun beats down as the rain
falls in a deluge to sink deep and cold
into your bones.
Reason cannot be reasoned with on a
night when the day won’t go away.
A borderlander without a home, a foot in
the door to life, dusk and dawn
juxtaposed.
But still you fight, you push and rail
against the unseen that seeks to hold
you in this dark realm of broken dreams.
Soon…Soon… you say they will see,
as you continue to climb, run, and claw
your way out of the in-between.
By Philip Wardlow 2013
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 
This line in particular stuck me:
Your core is courageous, wrapped in a
layer of boundless denial not looked
at too closely.
Thanks Becca…I’m glad you like that little bit…I always like when you stop by …:)….love a lot of your own recents posts btw…especially the waiter not paying attention to you story…lol
LOl thanks Philip. I liked the whole thing but that part struck me.
I went right to this poem FIRST! The name alone drew me in! And it didn’t disappoint!!!