What if I blurt out the words and let them shoot across the foggy fields like sun rays?
What if I jump in the clear water just to feel the chill tingling my head like a haze?
I am far too afraid to let out a sound because the hounds have been after my scent.
The last time I took that risk they cleaned out my heart and put my chest up for rent.
The feeling deserves its place under the sky, but my lips refuse to part for weeks,
And I am stuck on a cliff with everyone watching me, thinking that I have grown weak.
But what if the water turns out to be muddy and the people I love simply leave?
What if my confessions are nothing but daydreams that I could not trap in my sleep?
I know there are those who are queueing up to see me fall in the wrong direction.
If they hear my heartbeat picking up the pace, they will gossip about me selling affection.
Still, my breaths are running out of misdirected anger to convert into selfish fear,
And every year I learn more about how happy people do not hold judgements dear.
So, what if I spill the sentences until they form a new version of these old bones?
What if I run off this cliff and dive into the water just to find out that I am never alone?
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 