Perfectly Still

Still

By: the iHope Poet

Beautiful secret

Covered in distance

Something and nothing to lean toward.

If I move forward, something will happen,

If I move away, nothing can...

So here I remain, perfectly still,

Balanced between being empty or filled.

Which way do I want to fall?

- But those eyes.

Those eyes in the mirror,

The eyes that hide every secret and fear,

I see them, and know I want something.

Deep down inside, I yearn to lean there,

To fall forward,

To dive into what I can never let go of,

or resurface from.

So here I stand,

between something and nothing.

I can move either way, but my heart seems to care.

And my eyes, as they beg me

to hope, to believe,

to take the chance of . . .

. . .So now, I say yes.

I move "yes", I am "yes".

And now, I see everything.

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