What would you say
If words knew of no limits,
If right and wrong would
Blend the same,
And if freedom could only arise
Soaring through your cords
Muting the weight of
What was left unsaid?
What would you do
If consequences were made
In only two flavours:
One of regret,
The other of
Sweet daringness
That weatheres your soul alive?
How would you carry yourself
If strength doesn’t equal
Rigid composure
But melting and pouring
Of truths your heart holds
Into every pore of
Your precious existence?
