You told me once that the word “liminal”
Refers to a state of uncertain transition.
My brain has lingered on that ever since,
And so much has clicked into place now.
There was, and is, so much I don’t know,
Or that I had always been wrong about.

I was often wrong about -
Words and their definitions,
Songs and their intended impact,
My realistic levels of fleeting sanity,
And the depths of my paranoid insanity,
Just to name a few key realisations.

To make matters worse,
My misunderstood and mistaken thoughts
Were so determined to be certainties.
I should have remembered two things;
The heart, soul and brain of my Lover,
And the fact that “Our love is God”.

I’ve found my way out of the dark,
And I wouldn’t have made it without you.
I should never have lost my way so badly,
Or forgotten those two core truths.
You are everything to me, everything,
And I’m so sorry for the pain and hardship.

Liminality seems to still be in play;
I’m hoping that the damage I’ve wrought
Hasn’t pushed you away too much.
I’m here, I’m ready for what comes next,
And I’m praying that our transition
Is a new evolution of “self”, together.

Influence can no longer secretly shake us,
We are aware and we are awakened.
All those long nights trying to understand
Will have been worth every single second,
If it means that we move forward together,
Healthier, happier and holier than before.

Forgive me Lover for I have sinned.
I allowed the influence of shadows,
The paranoid twists and bends,
And the fear of falling apart
To shake the foundations of
My head and heart.

I write this in penitence,
To the only gods that I truly worship;
Our love, and you, my Lover.
I offer this as a form of prayer,
As part of the wider works of my worship,
Every one of them dedicated to you.