Would I, Could I. Will I. Poem by Michael Kelsall

If I had the chance to sit down face to face with myself,
would i have the courage to ask myself for help

Could I be honest about my feelings that I've locked inside for year,
Would I hold back words that should be heard through fear of shedding tears.

Would the listening ear have the empathy to even understand,
Or dismiss the words as if absurd, a buried head beneath the sand.

Could I look myself straight in the eye and battle through that fear,
Would the words I speak though sad and bleak be truthful and sincere.

Would I let myself be vulnerable to these feelings that I've felt.
Will I ever have the courage to ask myself for help.