Meeting the impossible

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 ~.~.~