Almost

Almost

it begins with

tip-toe-ing, not touching

the ground

the deep

the meaning

slowly, I allow

myself to roll fully

through my foot,

toe-ball-heel,

and maybe

if I’m feeling

bold, let the floor creak

that’s how you’d know

the way I feel

if I run

with each step

pounding, resonating

deeper within

the ground you

stand on

or if I dance

lightly, feet gracing

your world’s presence

occasionally

you might almost

have me caught

but rarely

does that happen

more often I’m

stuck and

stopped in a trance

I’m waiting for

something bad to

happen, the wrong piece

to fall away as

it always does

my heart skips

a beat each second

it doesn’t

now I’m not breathing

and it’s almost like

having a friend