The Middle of July

All of a sudden, it’s mid of July,
The ceiling fan spins, the days drift by.
Once I woke to purpose, dreams held wide
Now I wake to silence I cannot hide.

There was a time not long ago,
When success lit every path I’d go.
Smiles surrounded, hands reached out,
My name was spoken with pride, not doubt.

Parents beamed with tearful grace,
Every win lit up their face.
“Look at our child,” they used to say,
The world felt soft in its own way.

But now I walk with lowered gaze,
Through foggy hours and empty praise.
The calls have stopped, the noise has died,
Only my own thoughts sit by my side.

Failures pile where dreams once lay,
No map, no guide, no light, no way.
I try, I fall, I try again..
Each step a battle, each breath in pain.

The mirror holds a stranger’s eyes,
Once filled with fire, now with whys.
Even the skies seem to grieve with me,
And time just passes endlessly.

But somewhere deep beneath this ache,
There’s a quiet voice I cannot fake.
It tells me softly, “Not all is gone
The night is heavy, but not for long.”

So I wait—not with joy, but will,
To climb this slope, however still.
I’m learning now that loss can teach,
That healing hurts before it’s in reach.

All of a sudden, it’s mid of July,
And though I’m broken, I won’t deny
The past was golden, the present is strange,
But I’m still breathing…
still waiting for change