Tenuously tip-toeing, tiny, toes.
The cover from the half-toppled signage,
protecting your little mouse-y ears.
Earlier everything was bright and shining,
like the countless neon signs pulsating in all directions,
but now the rain was falling, hammering, melting.
You can only stay here so long,
say,
so long to the dry corner,
so long to an ignorant lack of worry,
so long to nobody.
You’ve never ventured out before,
held back by doubts and fears.
Your ears, a tiny fragment of a drop,
taking a relatively massive chunk,
off you pop.
No more hesitation,
with a flash of grey into the open.
Mindful of every drop,
you cannot stop, do not stop,
for pain, it hurts so much.
Inevitable drop, you drop,
remembering the life in the corner,
smaller, safer.
But, you had a dream,
you went for it.
This time there wasn’t much success,
but there’s always the next,
time,
time,
to try again.