Here I hang, dangling between hope & despair,
Indecisive & unsure, dogged & determined,
Knowing not of what is yet to come,
Knowing what it was, that it bodes no good.Here I stand, swaying between faith & fear,
Impotent & inadequate, ineffectual & incapable,
Wishing it needn't have to be so, Wishing I could do something more!Here I rest, in the in between, rolling betwixt feeling & fact,
Uncertain & unaware, of the outcome of it all.
So what should I do, live by faith or sight?
Ah Lord, I remember Sunday's round the corner!
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PoetryWrote this while waiting for the results diagnosis on my sister's medical tests. It was also the Saturday between Good Friday & Easter Sunday