I stand
In the middle
In the middle,
Where there is no path;
The walls are too high.
Love's sweet promises
Bade me smile -
But how does one smile
When standing in the middle,
In the middle,
Squeezed between
Broken dreams and the debris
From shattered
Realities!
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, brilliant poem, thank you, Dorothy! With time our smiles might grow irony over the promisses of sweet love... I guess.. Love is sweet only before 20. After that may become salty as a possible need to create and nourish our heart for unconditional love..