Today is another day where I am Schrödinger’s cat sitting in the box along with uncertainty, which stems from the weight of possibility that I am both alive and dead simultaneously

Hourly I am pinned between the what if, and the never was,a silent empty chair across from me the uninvited guest,the taste of stale coffee and multiple invitations to nowhere

Here, in this liminality my bedroom clock ticks with a cruel indifference,each second a reminderof the choices I did not make,the roads I did not take

I watch the world move, see happier faces, view purchases and life with living and seeing what once I knew, but today beauty is a stranger,and I am anchored to my own despair

What is it to be here, cradling the weight of absence?

So I linger no breath held, yet wondering,when will the miracle arrive to shatter this box

can I live, if not I surely want to die rather than be in misery and torment