Silent Detonation

In the stillness of the night,

I wait for the clock 

to strike and seal my fate.

Like a nuclear scientist

poised for the blast, 

I wait for that last digit— 

twelve—to be cast.

Five, four, three, two, one. Silence. 

Like another dormant bomb, 

I lean back, wrapped in 

the cold, stinging sea breeze 

penetrating my skin to join my veins.

No balloons, no cakes, no gifts

to unwrap. Not even a message,

a phone call, a momentary snap.

No. Silence still reigns on

this dark October night.

Life feels not like a crossroad

but an expansive plain, empty

of signposts, leaving me

to wonder, uncertain, and in vain.

Yet, the clock ticks, each

second a reminder to no longer

remain a dormant shell. I 

shall stand tall, fuelled by dreams 

that resonate. 

Because that bomb, it did explode. 

Like a clarion call, 

its sounds and echoes traveling,

just delayed, 

until then day when

ambition rises and finally booms loudly.