In between

A giant moth in the road

with half it's legs and one antennae 

and still you tell me

survival is a choice

I choose to be a buoy

where the half-dead rest.

I see the beauty of death 

and the beauty of life.

My soul is still in between 

thus, I am here among believers

so convinced it is all worthwhile.

I don't know what to be

when every move, every word

doesn't capture what I see.