Unfinished
Perfectly poised
As yet undecided
The poise and the elegance fading
The potential waning, waning
Ever aiming to be the untapped potential
Unjudged for who she may really be
So perfectly poised
On the cusp of greatness
Maybe, maybe
In fear of the revelation
Of the ordinary, unremarkable truth
Of the enchantments end
The halfway line approaches
As yet neither a failure or a success
There's always time, always time
For the great reveal
Or the retraction into the shadows
Denying ever having competed
Time doesn't stand still
She's not made a move
She's perfectly poised, perfectly poised
Time moves on
Unquantified, unestablished
Unjudged, content unknown
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2022
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