NO MAN’S LAND

Somewhere between sinner and saint,
I reject the black and white brainwashing of religion.
There’s too much grey to ignore, too much love withheld,
and too much judgement cast.

I live between the fine line of being lost and found,
stumbling closer to the fence of hate with every right turn that was wrong,
every wise decision that fell apart.
In a fallen world, with infinite interpretations, a black and white world kills.

Reaching towards the impossibility of love,
between knowing and seeing the unknown,
beauty the biggest lie, and sealed with rejection’s kiss,
that is where I exist.
In a no man’s land of grey,
where I accept all people, though they do not accept me.

— Saskia Lynge / Hour 10