What if my palms were sweaty and my knees were shaking, what if I was holding on to my world but then that world was breaking
What if the truth was so painful that you’d be wise to tell a lie, what if the meaning of life was revealed when we die
What if you were trapped by the darkness with no hope of the light, what if the only way for peace was to stand up and fight
What if hating was a gift and somehow loving was a curse,what if being selfish was good and having compassion was worse
What if sweet dreams don’t come true but every nightmare was real, and what if watching others suffer was the only way to feel
What if everything that’s broken could be magically mend and what if right where it started is exactly where it end
What if ?
poetry is now 