What if’s and Why did I’s
raining down like volcano ash;
smothering the light
that sets free.
What if I simply slipped back into winter, frozen and numb?
Why did I let myself begin to burn?
What if I ran again …
from him, from her, from the dreams?
Why did I let myself be seen?
What if I went back into hiding?
Why did I step from the shadows at all?
What if I gave back into fear?
Why did I ever believe their lies?