Just one movement

Eye lids desperately tight

Shutting out a darkness? Killing even a glow

Pupils crying out for sight

Only one can show


A move so subtle and light

Strange, it feels deafening and loaded

A move waiting for the OK

One move, so why the fight?


Like standing on the edge

Just one move but there’s a struggle

One move, like snow and sledge

Sight and light are even in the jungle


OK it waited for, OK it got

The move once so scary

Takes over like the power isn’t me but another

Chains broken, freedom and joy — That’s my lot.

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