Middle Ground Poem by Rose Jones

you look at me
i look at you
we see each other
as if in a dream
and we think
but we decide
to come out
of our hiding
and go to
a center place
a meeting area
where our pasts
our torture-full lives
dont matter
our nationalities
our sides
cant decide anything
about what we say
what we think
and our enjoyances
and we have reached
a middle ground
where we are all equal
and a place where
everyone hopes
would be everywhere
though our faults
make it complicated
to have a middle ground