Beginnings aren’t hard,
they happen with every day.
But endings don’t appear
till there’s no more to say.
Middles are the odd ones,
trickier than the rest.
They’ll slip right through your fingers
illuminating you, when you’re not the best.
Between the beginning and the end
is where we lose the most.
When the destination fades
and the journey takes us to a rocky coast.
or wherever the path will show.
Dirt roads and hardwood floors
are more similar than you’d know.
You’d think there was direction
set into the world like stone,
but even steps into the ocean
will show you are not alone.
Go on weary traveler,
not all is lost.
Even the hottest, burning fire
gets bitten by the frost.
Stories go every way,
and sometimes even none.
Just because yours doesn’t match the others
doesn’t mean its less than what another’s done.
No matter how long it takes,
the end will be waiting for you.
Just enjoy the middle, because before you know it
the next adventure will begin anew.