I've never written about this guy because I'm scared he'll read it and know it's him. Now, I hope he reads it so he knows he's made an impact.
The Potential
He is the softest voice
Gentle
Like water on rocks
Sounds like trust
Falling back and knowing I will be caught
He looks like trouble
Staggering
Like driving on black ice
The chill down my back
Just before I jump, terrified, off the waterfall
He feels like change
Sudden
Lightening on sand and water
Turning me to glass
and somehow I'm not afraid to break
He smells like comfort
Southern
Like fireflies in open fields
Hugs you like hot coca and fireplaces
Maybe he won't burn
Stop
with the doubt
Listen
to the pretty words
Allow
for faith
Because here,
Where you are most scared to look
There is potential
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