What if I could slam myself into something,
break into a million pieces, and never feel a thing.
Could kindness be there?
What if I could look out into the world,
bleed into a million gentle hearts, and never hurt again.
Could kindness be there?
What if I could hold a million confusions,
my hands dripping with thick truth, and never speak another word.
Could kindness be there?
What if you could know how hard I try
to want so little of anyone, to ask so little of anyone, to understand why words and love gets so hard to understand.
Could kindness be there?
What if we could slam into fearlessness,
embrace the truth of vulnerability, and never have another growing pain.
Could kindness be there?
If only it were as easy as words typed alone, thoughts untangled alone, feelings accepted alone,
and everything is bathed clean in understanding.
The words "could" and "kindness" start with the same phoneme yet different letters!
And happily-ever-after they did grow.
© Reneé Marie
8/18/12
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like it, I like it! Lovely thoughts put so succinctly. Read mine - O Night - Adeline