The middle

The middle is messy. 

You're neither right nor wrong.

And there are no rules.

You battle your instincts, 

Bidding  adieu to the last lessons of logic. 

There you are, heart in hands, 

And a life at stake. 

Caressing the old wounds, 

Hoping this time, you'll be spared. 

Stuttering mid-sentence, 

You discover a whole new lullaby, 

Hidden between the lines. 

It was all there. 

There's no end, no beginning. 

Because, it's the middle and

It's messy.