Potential

(A friend of mine writes in a very specific style and I tried to do it like he does. It's still nothing like what he does, but I tried) 

Motionless, yet so much potential.

The moment before the actual happening,

The do or die time, pre-leap.

Energy waiting to be released,

Dreams’ wings waiting to be unfurled,

The endless questioning, wondering, fearing;

“Will I fall? Will I break if I fall?”

The moment to talk yourself out

And the potential can cease to exist.

Or the moment to be convinced,

To take the trapped energy,

To go forward, to leap, to say

The words who had no courage to say.

Motionless, yet potential burns within,

Depending on the very next choice.

To be, or not to be free,

Letting go of the safe moment,

Free falling into an ocean, eyes closed.

The safe moment; yet it’s not living.

Giving into the call of life,

Choosing “Today I will truly live,

Potentially break, but I’ll have lived.”

That moment when the pen lies flat,

Leading to when it falls to the ground,

And in so, breaking, but also learning.

To break is to live, to move far

Beyond the time of trapped potential.