Between Lost and Still Here

 I wake unsure of where I stand,
like I’ve misplaced my place in life.
Days move on without asking me,
and I follow, though unsure why.

I feel lost in familiar rooms,
useless in hands that once could build.
Not broken—just emptied out,
waiting to remember what I was meant to fill.

I exist between trying and letting go,
not falling, not rising—just here.