Perhaps

In the peaceful minutes, the delicate murmurs of perhaps wait,

Whirling around to me, a delicate vulnerability,

A chance ready to be investigated, a way yet to be taken.

Perhaps I'll find the courage to chase my dreams,

To reach for the stars and the sky,

To break free from the chains of doubt and fear.

Perhaps the sun will sparkle a little more splendid tomorrow,

What's more, the billows of bitterness will at long last part,

Uncovering a rainbow of trust and commitment.

Perhaps the tears that fall will water the seeds of fresh starts,

Supporting the foundations of solidarity and versatility,

Developing into a nursery of vast potential outcomes.

Perhaps the slip-ups of the past will make ready for development,

For learning and developing into a superior variant of myself,

A more grounded, savvier, more merciful soul.

Perhaps the vulnerabilities of life are simply venturing stones,

Directing me towards my actual reason and calling,

An excursion of self-revelation and self-acknowledgment.

Thus I embrace the magnificence of perhaps,

With an open heart and a receptive outlook,

Prepared to embrace anything the future might hold.