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The Midlife Crisis/ Abigail Fuzaylova/ Poetry

The Midlife Crisis

Abigail Fuzaylova

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In the forest, dark and frightening I found myself in the worst place Where any place is brighter.

The journey seemed long enough, Until I came across an angry and agile leopard, Which made me feel as if my brain was locked up in handcuffs.

When the leopard came closer to me Its power was more than what anyone can handle and can never unsee.

To get past that beast, I need a clever plan, That is tricky enough to get surmount it, To escape from this horrid place, to get banned.

I was able to escape who I fear was the easiest of them all, But what lies before me, cruel punishments Of living the life of a bug or a ball.

It feels like the journey has ended, But the end of my life is nearer, If all sins I have made are not mended.

Then, all of a sudden I came across The she-wolf whose incontinence is her strongest, Most powerful quality, as if she is the boss.

The entire forest could be chewed up, spit out, and still dead, When messing with the she-wolf, right away realizing, Her appetite is always open; she needs to be fed,

And if I don’t go through with her, it will be my last day. I have to ask for forgiveness, For it is the only way, and maybe someday,

G-d will forgive me for my terrible sins I have done, and go up the mountain and into heaven, Where all the best life begins.

After being able to go around, The beast whose cravings are limitless, I perceive and understand that if I don’t repent, I might as well be drowned.

That beast that was nearly unstoppable Made me feel terrified of what my last punishment

To help me and be my guide to to where I am willing to go, But I do not want my first impression to makit seem that I am dumb.

I wait for him to make his first move. He began:I have come here as a dead man, living in Hell, As a disgusting bug, for my sin has not done me well, G-d will approve.

Edward was he, Who wrote mysterious books about the forest, The idol of my best dreams, I guarantee.

He gives me the best advice, Based on his experience, and not face the beast For his advice has no price.

I must go through Hell, To avoid the beasts And end up at my destination, and live there well.

Moving on, as my idol once said: To escape and make it through the worst, Don’t end up in Hell when I am dead.

Will be something that will lead me back to trouble.

I keep walking pretending not to feel afraid, Of what terrorizes me the most out of all the obstacles I had to face, hoping that this will be my last barricade,

For I know that it won’t be easy, since fear Just rises more, and my heartbeat by the second, Running out of breath, never feeling beare.

Before me stood a dreadful lion, So violent, brutal, savage, vicious, and harsh, That I knew that the way it appeared was nothing compared to a dandelion.

It kicked me with all its might, not letting me pass. He stopped and let me choose the path, of facing him Or going back, yet I fear to face the seething mass.

Going back to the gates of the forest Seemed like the right thing to do, for I realize my mistakes And control my every action until I see my dearest.

The novelist of all my dreams has come

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