she comes from somewhere in the middle as her father did, and her mother did before her, and as hundreds of others do, from time to time, she comes holding to something in the middle reaching for the distant edges, reaching for something outside, reaching with one hand and holding with the other she is pulled between them for a time reaching and holding, gathering her courage and her fear until she lets go and reaches outward, upward, for the stars, further still, just one finger touching, slipping, she lands harshly somewhere in the middle again raising the dust with the sound of her fall and she hugs the middle and swallows unshed dreams, looking outward at the stars that she nearly held, pulsing, inviting her to try once more, just beyond her reach, from somewhere in the middle...
Reason for writing:
I think we all start out in the middle...and those of us with the
courage and strength reach beyond it to find what lies beyond the
horizon...but even the strongest of us won't always get there on
the first try...
Birth sign: Not entered
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