Halfway Poem by Ritika Nath

Have you ever been in the middle of something?
Middle of life, middle of multiple books,
middle of a cup of warm, sweet coffee that you just don't want to finish?
'You are so much more than that! ' my inner voice cried while I listlessly swept off flyway hairs and tucked them behind my ears.
Now, at twenty-six, life feels like a burning incense stick.
Still fragrant, still there, but already halfway burnt.
Isn't life nothing else but a farce? A long-drawn melodramatic soap without any advertisement break, that's how mine feels.
Half-achieved dreams pile up behind me like all the books I have abandoned halfway through. They pull me back towards them, towards their almost-grasped known familiarity. Towards the understandable halfway lived toxicity...
I am on the way of becoming, just halfway through.