In the stillness, opportunities linger,

 they knock on my door, a silent singer.

Awaiting the rhythm, the dance of fate,

In patience, I stand at  destiny’s gate.

Not a sound, not a tap or a gentle rap,

Silence echoes, a waiting gap.

But within, a spirit strong, endures,

Seeking chances, as each moment assures.

Doors may stand closed, yet windows gleam,

Opportunities may come in a different stream.

In the quiet, resilience is found,

For in patience, new paths are bound.

So, in the hush, I’ll bide my time,

Crafting dreams, like a whispered rhyme.

For when the moment finally soars,

Opportunity, then, knocks on my doors.