Stuck

Not quite there.
Not quite here.
Not quite in.
Not quite out.
Not quite close.
Not quite far.
Not really anywhere.
That is where I am.

Not defined.
Not undefined.

Stuck in place where I wish I knew what I was so that I can move forward but held back by forces I have no control over. Pushing and prodding trying to pull a rope here of break a link there but I can't. I've cast my die. It isn't my turn anymore. The outcome of this decision is no longer in my hands. This decision I have made is not mine alone to make. Common courtesy dictates that I wait. But how long can I wait around in a state of non definition waiting to push through the force. Waiting to move on to what is inevitably next. Something more. Something.

I'm stuck.
Waiting.
I'm not delicate.
I won't get hurt.
Just let me go.
I'll get up when I fall.