Moments of Balance

Amid dozens of fragile attempts, a few moments felt like delicate balances.
Pieces that did not collapse, yet did not reach completion.
Forms poised at the edge between falling and holding.I learned to love these in-between moments.
Because they pointed me toward direction.
They were not the end of the road, but markers along it.Their fragility was also their beauty.
They taught me that perfection is not required to see progress.
Sometimes, even the half-formed can be victorious.