Struggle Past The Middle Poem by JoAnn McGrath

Struggle Past The Middle


It's a struggle to pass the middle
Past the middle of my life that is
Everything I've known to be true
Turned upside down
Not much I can call my own
Except for my mistakes
They are truly mine
and mine alone

Still young enough to remember passion
Like it was yesterday
Although I thought I had once forgotten
And this body... too broken
None shall want to revisit with me
Even if I could

And time keeps silently slipping
Even though age is of no importance
(to me)
Perceptions become pretentious
And wisdom outweighs folly
But lest not forget the latter

All I fancy is a caring, giving heart
One to match my own
(I imagine mine to be spacious)

So the question remains...
What good is a big heart?
One that can't be shared
Shared with a sole kindred kind

Am I asking too much?
Or must I reconcile
Sentenced to struggle
Struggle past the middle


31 Jan 2008