The Thing About Hope

As I dance 
across the floor,
I know it is the
dance I love,
to the music I love.
I want this part 
so deeply in my heart,
that I dream of 
practicing it,
of improving upon it,
of performing it in the spring.
And in my mind,
I can see myself 
dancing to this music,
floating across the stage,
smiling. 
But,
is this part meant for me?
Is it possible for this wish to truly come to life?
This feeling, 
of some part of you
knowing,
while another part of you 
doubts,
is called hope. 
Hope isn't 
the act of being sure,
it is the act of wanting 
something so bad,
and the feeling,
even if it is the smallest 
of feelings,
that this dream 
could become real.
Hope pushes you to 
do as much as you can do,
but occasionally,
there can be too much.
Occasionally,
your hopes may fly
too high.
They might soar through the
clouds,
only to find themselves
falling, 
and falling
is a very frightening thing.
Hope is about a 
sense of balance.
You must have enough to 
keep you moving,
to keep you trying,
but a little goes a long way,
and it's best to control it as well.