The Full Measure
Don’t waste your time with pieces,
with “almost” and “not quite.”
Life’s too sharp for half-hearted choices,
for living in the in-between.
Either speak, or stay quiet,
but never let silence be a whisper
you didn’t mean to make.
Don’t wait for the right moment
to give your whole self.
Half a truth is a lie in disguise,
and what you leave unsaid
will live louder than anything you speak.
Don’t walk halfway to a goal—
it’s just a road you’ll never finish.
Dream only what you can touch,
and hold those dreams with both hands.
There’s no room for waiting
for someone else to fill in the blanks,
no one else will show up
to finish your story for you.
A piece of love is no love at all.
Neither is a moment shared
when you’re not really there.
What’s the point of a laugh
if it’s caught halfway in your throat?
What’s a promise
if it’s never fully given?
Half a life is like a house
that never gets built,
a song that doesn’t end,
a dance with no rhythm.
Don’t just exist—
be fully present,
not a shadow of who you could be.
There’s nothing wrong with starting over,
but never start only to stop.
Don’t live in the spaces between,
but fill the room with everything
you are.
Copyright © Ramon Riveraalmena | Year Posted 2024
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