The middle

If I could say to you the middle is going well
I could be happy
If I could say to you my beginning was exceptional
it might not matter
But the middle is a muddle with two steps left
and drifting backwards
Maybe my ending will be euphoric, bathed
uplifted in glorious light
If I knew this my middle may be more at ease
yet I will not know until it is too late
And so I struggle with my middle
one minute at peace the next in battle
Still I do know my ending will come
and others may say 'well what a muddle
for a middle, but what a gloriously
stupendous, end.'

The End.