The world is full of
wanna-bes and
used-to-bes and
almost-wases.
And the world is crawling with
naysayers and
false speakers and
people who never speak at all.
The world will never run out of
cookie cutters and
fakes and
exact replicas.
But every once in a while,
if you're lucky, really truly lucky
you meet a dream catcher or
a dream weaver or
a dream creator.
And every once in a blue moon,
should all the conditions be right,
you meet someone who is not afraid.
Someone who will hang their feet
over the very edge of this dismal world
look down into the dark expanse
take your hand
close their eyes
and jump.
And that person, my dear,
is you.
A birthday poem for a friend. I haven't shown it to her yet. What do you think about the last two lines? To use or not to use?