For You

The Middle of Me

For you, who has lost their sense of being and peace, feeling all turmoil boiling in the depths of your soul.

I am found within an area known as the 'middle',
Where comfort is caught and safety is no riddle,
Something I have known, forever to have been 'me',
A place where life has shown, my solace to be.

And it's a home where judgement isn't brought,
No eyes to watch what are kept or caught,
By the simple whispers that I do enjoy,
By the singularities that keep my ploys.

Yet, when I set foot into a territory out,
I see that my 'middle' is quite unfound,
Where I question, if I could be found new,
When circumstance keeps me in a ruse.

So, it transpires and I am kept at a snail's pace,
Trying to adjust to life, and it's chaotic race,
Where I see that the 'me' right now is not enough,
I tire quickly and wonder, as I wheeze and huff.

But, I learned, through the pain and tears,
That the 'middle' of me, is where I end fear,
As I welcome the only One that can change,
Through His Spirit, will my life be arranged.

And the 'me' I love, becomes encased in Him,
Where I see each frustration, slowly dim,
Understand that His pace, is beyond any kind..
Through Him, my true 'middle' will I find.