Between Times

It's the between times
That make me weak
Allowing me to forget
The sense of purpose
This all has

There is always
A choice to make
In the between times
To continue on
Or to move in a different direction

It's the between times
That make me question
Values, needs and responses
Like walking away from myself
To turn and head for the door

There is always
Worry in my head
In the between times
To listen to my heart and hold out
Or to accept defeat and fold my hand

It's the between times
That make me wait
Am I not ready for this sort of thing
In the end being left with nothing
But my choices and hurt

There is always
A chance to take
In the between times
To live in the space between
Or venture out into acceptance of just what is

It's the between times
That make my heart sad
Allow my mind to race
Giving me my insecure thoughts
With the fear that nothing will change