From Nothing to Everything
With grace, her legs sway
like the silver ribbons in a parade.
How I admire her,
as my limbs desire to be her.
I kick too, stick straight, though my leg
lingers closer, closer to the ground.
Perhaps, one day I will have a fraction
of her elegance.
But for now she is Clara, the star,
while I am her alternate, the second.
I am the nothing, holding potential
to be everything
We dance together. Oh how I yearn
to absorb her style.
We depart as friends, laughing and giggling.
Upon reaching the steps, her legs stumble.
She screams, her arm extended, her eyes
extending with plead.
I wished to help, honestly I did,
but my stone arms stubbornly remained sealed.
Her leg snaps and she wails.
Sympathy brushes against me as a brief sea breeze,
but it soon passes as I discover from this tragedy.
the lead is now mine. I just ascended
From nothing to everything
