What if I stand up to speak
and the crickets chirp...
and the floor creaks.
Or...
What if their eyes meet mine,
and they see me, deeply?
What if they take me in completely?
Will I be defeated
or freed?
What if I spread my arms,
bare my chest,
expose the best and worst of me--
let it all come gushing out like water from a cracked pipe,
steam from the spout of a pressure cooker?
What if I stand there,
pouring out on the street--
watch them come with their buckets,
scooping up all of me?
What if there's nothing left to keep
locked up,
held discreetly in my hand,
fist closed in my pocket?
What if I smash that lock?
Take that safe and drop it?
What if I no longer see saving myself
as saving my self,
and I just give my Self?
What if?
-Jayme
