Three minute poem/thought

So close now.

It's bittersweet
and filled with little moments
of uncertainty,
like that feeling in the back of your throat
a moment before the tears rush.
Or the stillness that clings
before sheets of rain
pour over a familiar land,
overgrown with weeds
of broken promises
yet bursting with hope
and fragile grasses not yet tread upon.

So close now.

Time now for music to break this stillness,
if only there was a way to discover
the right note.
The dawn is breaking yet the stars
refuse to descend.

Closer.

Yet clinging.