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NaPoWriMo 2017 16/30 Middle

I don’t want an ending. But she,
starry-eyed sprang from her cradle,
and dove straight into her middle.

I wonder what will happen now.
Will it be everything she dreamed?
With every moment measured, she
feels the small line after cradle.

When she takes the eventual bow,
will it show everything she dreamed?
Even the impossible dreams?
It’s all hope and faith, but she
loves her days since the cradle
enchanted by the mystical middle.



I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

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