In the middle of my life
I found myself alone,
walking down the road
all my dreams were gone,
feeling numb inside
shocked into a shell,
wondering what to do
where to live or dwell.

Burdened by a past
that left me bruised and maimed,
I stumbled everyday
a purpose to regain,
to find another dream
to carry me along,
a hope, a wish or vision
to bring my heart a song.

Half way through my life
I wished to simply sleep,
to not awake again,
to never cry and weep,
to find a different world
in which there is no pain,
to let my soul find rest
and wash away the stain.

I held to every moment
with every tooth and nail,
trying to be strong,
hoping not to fail,
looking to the stars
to guide me through the dark,
to give me but a clue
and light a little spark.

In the middle of my life
I wanted all to end,
and yet each day I woke
in sorrow or disdain,
I knew I must go on,
I knew I should not quit–
for this is but a course
in God’s prerequisite.

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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
July 13, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California

In The Middle of My Life©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art