$CLOUT Poetry - The Cusp
A poem about how it feels to be on the edge of great love.
My toes are teetering on the edge
Of a step, I’m yet to climb
Looking up at a crowd set before me
We are all suspended in time
Soon the people will disperse
Making their way to higher ground
With hopes of creating Neverland
Inside the lives soon to be found
The step is cluttered with my dreams
Saved for when I do ascend
To remember that this time actually fulfilled a purpose
Before its celebrated end
I carry my heart in my hands
Mothering it from feet that are not mine
Waiting for the queue to carry me along
The pandemic’s absconding line
My heart, although reserved
Is still beating louder than ever
As I have been telling it tales
Of all the time we’d spend together
Sharing experiences that would rewrite the history
That was once too painful to show
And unknowingly co-author a love story
That none but two would ever know
The mere exhilaration would fill us both
And carry us far above
Beyond this patient staircase, we now wait upon
Anticipating a not so distant promise of love
For now, I stand on the cusp
Of a world yet to spark its mighty flame
But I’m safe in the knowledge that you’ll be there soon
Beckoning me by name.
© Rambling Rose, 2021. All rights reserved.
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