THE HALF WAY MIRROR

In the quiet hum of twilight’s glow,

Where shadows stretch and whispers flow,

I stand between the years I’ve known

And those still veiled, yet to be shown.

My footsteps trace a winding path,

Through echoes of both joy and wrath,

Where dreams once danced in morning’s light,

Now dimly flicker in the night.

The milestones pass with fleeting grace,

And time's soft hand begins to trace

The lines that mark the trials endured,

The hopes once bright, now faintly blurred.

What is the meaning, I implore,

Of all the doors I’ve walked before?

The laughter shared, the tears I’ve wept,

The promises, the vows I’ve kept.

In midlife’s mirror, truth unfolds—

A mosaic of the tales I’ve told.

Each choice a brushstroke on the canvas wide,

Of a life both rich and undefined.

The essence of my journey’s core

Is not in seeking evermore,

But in the present, where I stand,

To grasp the moments close at hand.

So here I pause, and softly breathe,

Embracing all I can achieve.

For in the quest for meaning, clear,

I find it’s love and now that’s near.

The road ahead, though still unknown,

Is where the seeds of life are sown.

And in this half-lit space I see,

The beauty of my journey’s spree.