In the middle

The start of the year is New Years

The End is Christmas

The start of a story pulls you in

And the end spits you out.

The tip of Mount Everest is legend

And the bottom of the ocean is still yet to be explored

The start of a gentle ocean wave

Ends on the soft ocean shore

We cheer on the ones 

With the highest school ranking

And whisper about 

the ones at the bottom

We celebrate new lives

And little laughs

And wipe our tears for

Ones that have ended

What about the middle of the Year

Does it have a name?

And does anyone even remember

the middle page of a story.

The forgotten people who lay still

In the middle of Mount Everest

And the tanks that have grown green

On the way to the ocean floor

Do we even remember

The ones in the middle of the ranks

Not the best

Nor the worst

Or the people who are 

In the midst of their lives

Who are struggling

To find their worth

But the middle of an oreo

Contains the cream

In the middle of life

We learn to dream

Neither the ugliest or the prettiest

Or the dumbest or the smartest

Or the ones who don't own a single trophy

The ones who can't speak to a crowd

The ones that whisper poems in their sleep

But are too afraid to say them out loud

The ones who wear those invisible crowns

Of ordinary wildflowers 

Adorned by an ordinary gown

The extraordinary of the ordinary

The ones who are their own special riddle

The ones whose homes are in the middle