The In-Betweens

I live in the in-betweens…

Half-way to the almosts and most of the way to pretty close.

I live in the middle-row where the partial view is obscured by either side.

I live in a half-falling, less than stable structure, preparing to be nearly nice and as perfect as I am allowed to be.

I move in tight-space walls where my breathing is short and prayers are scarce.

I watch the mostly-crazy inherent in both sides and peek at the sane that only shows a fraction of its motives.

I cry but the tears only half-way leave my eyes, mixing 50/50 with memories that are yet to be.

I travel the almost-good-enough, always striving, always climbing ascent that never reaches the summit.

I am the former also-ran who sees the finish line that keeps moving farther and farther away.

I will never reach it…I am half-way certain of that.