Middle

We’re in the middle of it

And maybe the middle

Is the toughest of all the places to be.

 

See, here in the middle,

We no longer hold

Onto naive, fresh, false hopes

Reality shows us we must let go.

 

Worse, here in the middle,

We carry the weight

From a clearer understanding

Of the load we must not let slip

Through the treacherous curves

We are both trudging through

And also know we still must face.

 

Here in the middle,

We are trying,

We are moving,

And we are making progress

Even if we can’t yet quite see

What that growth is going to be.

 

Perhaps it is good

That here in the middle

We don’t yet know

How we’ll overcome false hopes.

For it is here in the middle,

We test love, empathy, trust

And find out our worst and best traits.

 

So we forge ahead

Into the unknown

Which may be just another middle

Until we reach our death beds.

 

–Written by Sandy Heights

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