What If

what if

death was brought new life

from under the depths

of the ground’s despair?

 

would the faces of

those torn and puzzled souls

carry on their passion

among the flesh and blood?

 

what if

every wounding word

was tackled down with a

refreshing compliment?

would the menacing beast

whom roamed the serpentine paths

finally be tamed

into a small kitten?

 

what if

the split from the quake

that had rumbled on and on

had stopped to piece together?

 

would it last?
would the tears drown both

down into a river

of forgive and forget?

Past memories

And aching thoughts

Stymie those who just

Think and hope

 

letting go of those

wishful dreams

is even harder than

living among the truth. 

— MacKenzie Lewis 

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