"I'll be"

"I'll be..." and realization dawned that I'll not
The writing has become scratchy
There are uneven marks...the flow is haltered
"I'll be..." this phrase already has a period
A stop.

Standing on the threshold of 30/40, this realization is bittersweet
Dotted with unfinished dreams, but carries the soft radiance of fulfilled chances
Some dreams have been realized, some not...and some will be

But, standing on the threshold of life...
The phrase rings cruel
Fresh faced, all of five years, the possibilities should be limitless
But, a closer scrutiny shows the thin arms failing in strength, punctured
"I'll be" has come to a halt
The possibilities limited

There is a twinkle, a shine
As a small hand clasps eagerly at colors
It is the clasp of hope
Suddenly "I'll be" is hopeful
Yes, "I'll be hopeful"
That's what "I''ll be"