Wednesday

Wednesday stands between
 the week’s first breath and its end,
 a quiet bridge of silver light
 where tired thoughts begin to mend.

The morning hums, the hours pass,
 the sun climbs softly through the blue,
 and somewhere in the middle of it,
 I find a little strength anew.

Not Monday’s rush, not Friday’s cheer,
 but something calm and somewhere near — 
 a gentle day that seems to say,
 “Keep going. You’re halfway there.”