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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