In The Middle


When anxiety and grief
Stands on two exterme poles
I will be sitting like a chief
In the middle melding holes

When troubles upon worries
Pile up like a pot of berries
I will be in the middle
Smiling softly and playing the fiddle

When love and peace
Sits on the fence touching the trees
I will be balanced in their middle
Scratching my head & solving the riddle

Whenever my missing rib
Forms a circle for a cha-cha
Together, we take the middle
Dancing on our toes with a calm cuddle


Written by Mezie


One Comment Add yours

  1. Mezie Bwrite says:

    Thank you so much for posting my work, Talent Castle. I so much appreciate.

    I’m moved and I feel motivated to want to do more.


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