Middle

Stuck in the
Middle
Can’t get there
From here,
Dirty hands
With shining eyes,
Look straight ahead,
Not many have
Been here before
One foot in front
Of the other,
Like paying respects
On an early grave,
A pulse so minute
Stuck in between
Here and there
Here much worse
Than there,
How can you see
If the grass is
Greener on the other
Side when  you can’t
Seem to get your
Head up above
The fence guarding it?
Summers come and
Gone,
Leaving the cold bite
Of winter to seep
Through your already
Frostbitten fingers
Can’t get there
From here,
Another one of
‘those’ types,
Who couldn’t find
It in themselves
To cross onto that
Other side,
No wonder you’re
Lost without a compass
No wonder you can’t
Get there from here,
You need that will
To do so.
~Kaitlin Platti~