Lukewarm

I imagine myself on a tall cliff.
On one side I see someone barely holding on;
White knuckles at the brink of exhaustion.
On the other side I see people with smiling faces
As they jump off fearlessly spreading their wings to fly.

I am in the middle.
I'm not struggling.
I'm not victorious.

I feel like a piece of parchement;
Once full of words, yet an eraser has been used.
What was once there is gone, yet the smudges remain.

I am lukewarm.
Not in my most important relationship,
My urgency for movement is lost.

So I sit on this cliff envying both sides.