The Homeward Journey - A Book of Poems

"Halfway"

Who am I, if I’m not who I want me to be?

Blinded by failures, I cannot win.

I cannot even start to see,

That to be halfway is the greatest sin.

My life, like fire and ice,

Forever contained and conflicted.

The defeat grips like a vice,

Squeezing my lungs, constricted.

Love, so close, yet so far

Crawls away, from the cold in my heart.

The bitterness is as black as tar,

So much so that not even a spark can start.

To be halfway is an immortal haunt,

Forever following, it’s face is gaunt.