The Spot in the Middle
A spot in the middle is all that she thought she wanted to be
In a space where all of her dreams and ambitions ripened by her feet
And a place where her mind was forced to think deep about what was next to come
The past and her subconscious could become so blurry and almost meshed into one
But, was she to blame anyone for that?
And if so, who would it be?
Did she have a right, she questioned to herself to place this sort of responsibility on someone else or something else?
- A few hours pass -
Danger...how could it be so enticing
Almost like the four walls of hope in her dream world were to come tumbling down into symmetry, in similarity to a ripened fruit turning off
Danger, she could delve in and dig out further information from out of that spot
The spot which despite all of the responsibility and accountability that it came with, she could control
She could ultimately control what she wanted to do next
The control was all in her hands and still is
And sometimes I worry for her desires and thoughts
I don't know where they will lead her to all the time
But, I keep my peace in knowing Jesus does...