Limbo

Tossing and turning, lingering in limbo between awake and dream. A face comes clear to me. Reaching out, straining against whatever holds me. Trying to speak , there is no sound. Such beauty just beyond my grasp. Not able to wake myself, not able to fully escape into slumber, forced to exist between dream and reality. When the sun breaks through the window, helping me to break this cycle. Feeling as though I've been drug behind a truck. Taking a moment, the pain I feel is sobering. I say to myself "What will be, will be." My whole body aches this morning, but pales in comparison to the ache I feel elsewhere. May this day bring with it peace.