Standing In the Middle
I stand in the middle,
In the middle,
Where there is no path and
The walls are too high...
Yet love's sweet promises
Bade me, "Smile!"...but
How does one smile when
Standing in the middle, in the middle
Of broken dreams and the debris
Of shattered realities?
Cynthia
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