Potential

A poem about what could be.

We have
The ability to become
Birds we never knew we could be;
The opportunity to be
Catching heat we never expected.

There is
The possibility of an action
Creating glass right out of sand;
The chance of an event
That is flashing, striking, combining.

We
Can or cannot
Become
Who we will or will not
Ever be.

It is
A maybe,
An uncertainty,
Instability,
That makes this oh so difficult.

So when we walk away,
Without taking one step closer,
Potentially becomes finality,
And it is finality,
That breaks our wings of glass.