The evening excitement has found doubts.
Dislodging my heart once again.
I am longing to be held by the arms of confidence.
So I will proceed:
Elegance in poise, stepping up.
Keeping pace!
We’re catching lights in the flash.
Performance reached and we fell.
Wanting and embracing this tunnel.
We have begun.
Arms folded in sideline support.
He’s holding onto an internal applause.
Appendages fold tight.
Numbers and misfortune control.
Pawns struggle into action
That moment his game begins.
When his view jolts loosen my hold.
Will it be healing or halting?
Onto the field; no sideline prop.
He’s an unexpected soldier waiting.
