You sit and wait for it
Enraged, craving it to hit
Like an absolute dream
Drowning in tears that redeem
It slowly approaches but never announces
It suddenly reveals, but only ever pounces
The impossible doesn’t hold a way
Nor a staircase that shapes its day
It always glean in front of a screen
One you can’t see but somehow know it so keen
Meeting the impossible meets
Not out of sheer will for it to beat
But for the sake of this charade
We call it being afraid
Of its potential in our way
That it becomes a shy cry, we can’t say
Rest to its beats
Undress its feats
And then in the shyness of a mirror dissolved
It will meet you this instant with its endless resolve.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
Love the last sentences 😃🧡