Calosha Gomes

This silence before I step into the fifth gear is a relief.
Unused potential waiting to shine, and seeing that potential being shut down—two different things that hurt the same way.

This silence before I step onto the world’s stage, holding my head up high, is a relief.
Unmet goals, and seeing those goals slip from my hands—my misfortune, only to gain clarity a little too late.

This silence is mine to be in, mine to believe in, and only mine to dwell in.
Two hands may clap, but only one eye saw it coming, and I see stars with the remaining eye.
I wish both eyes could meet halfway in this missed luck.