Between Two Worlds

By Mark Urry

I stand between two worlds,

both rejecting what they cannot name.

One calls me too loud,the other says I am not enough.

So I scream in silence,

a soundless roar that echoes through the marrow of my mind.

Pain, inverted,

twisting in on itself like smoke pulled into a wound.

I bleed in words,

but no one hears the colour.

They listen,

but they never hear.

I’ve seen humans turn on humans

for reasons too small to hold.

Fear. Power. Ego.

A thousand masks worn to hide the same trembling truth.

Lies stitched into smiles,

manipulation dressed as care.

Hands that could heal,

clenched into fists of habit.

And yet,

beneath all this noise,

I feel the pulse of what could be.

An untapped brilliance,

a spark drowning in its own ocean.

Each heart a universe waiting for ignition,

each mind a melody silenced mid-note.

I do not want to save the world,

only remind it that it can save itself.

But even that,

it seems, is too much.

Doors close before I knock.

Hope looks away.

Still,

I remain.

Between two worlds.

Alone, but unbroken.

Rejected, yet resolute.

Because somewhere,

someone will hear the silence,

and know it speaks the truth.