I look back at the beginning
Where clutter lives
and sadness reigns.
The years play on
With hope that here
The memories fade.
There were good times
Somewhere hidden
Among the bad times that I know.
But tattered truth forbidden
Are the ones I remember most.
And here I sit in the middle,
Where things confuse this mind.
Where freedom from the past
Screams louder than the
Bars I left behind.
It’s here I stumble through
Unfamiliar ground.
Where the trees sway in unison
And beauty is all around.
A glimpse of hope for the future
A peaceful walk I’m taking here.
Though I ponder and question
There’s something else in
Place of fear.
And fear is what I knew,
Somewhere, way back there.
So it’s a welcome place in the middle,
A safer place for me to share.
I no longer dread forever,
Or the years directly ahead.
I may not have direction
But commitment will lead me there.
In the presence of the Holy Spirit
And the trust in God’s care.
The middle no longer frightens,
Or leaves me wrapped in unknown.
I choose each step intentionally,
To go where God says go.
And when you reach the middle,
And you’re not sure what to do.
Please rest in sweet surrender,
That God lovingly waits for you.
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Lisa @ Authentic Truths 
What a lovely poem. It so captures the struggle of life in the middle (which I think is where we always are). Peace to you. FMF16
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Awe thank you for your sweet words Michelle!
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I just love a good poem. Well done. Cheers to trusting in God’s care and not being afraid in the middle.
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Thank you Kim!!
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Beatifully said, Lisa.
For you…I admire you so much!
This is for the brave ones,
the ones we do not see,
buried under musty tonnes
of lonely misery.
They struggle through the rusty wreck
to find the sunlit land,
then, turning back to check,
reach out a helping hand.
They know how bad it hurts
to be lost and near the end,
but they will not stand to curse;
they’ll go back to help a friend.
When you see them, take a knee
for you’re in the presence of royalty.
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💕💕 as I you friend. Thank you for the loving encouragement. Hope today is a better day. You remain in my daily prayers.
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Lovely thoughts! Life in the middle.
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Thank you!
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