An Inspired Poem: In the Liminal Space

I stand between the ending and the unknown,
A threshold neither claimed nor owned.
No longer what was, not yet what will be,
Suspended in time, untethered, free.

Here, the past unravels, thread by thread,
While the future whispers but stays unsaid.
Certainty fades, and questions arise,
Yet in this in-between, transformation lies.

It is a space of shedding, of breaking apart,
Of listening closer to the voice in my heart.
Old stories loosen their rigid hold,
Making room for new truths to be told.

The weight of the waiting can feel like despair,
A void, a silence too heavy to bear.
But within the stillness, something stirs
The quiet pulse of what occurs.

This is where creativity sparks,
Where raw potential leaves its mark.
A canvas stretched in the absence of lines,
A future sculpted outside of time.

So though the unknown may rattle and shake,
Let me not fear what is yet to take shape.
For in this liminal, shifting ground,
A new beginning is being found.