If you really knew me, would you hang me out to dry with the stars?
Would you wonder if I’m someone worth your time?
Would you debate with the clock and the ashes of lives lived and gone?
Would you pull me close and tell me of tomorrows?
Would you fold the flames of a life well lived around me or call for backup?
If you really knew me, would you say hello when you saw me or hide?
If you really knew me would you wonder at the greatness I hold or run in the opposite direction?
Will you read my words on a page and wonder if I’m human?
Or will you find that we are the same
Fumbling for light when the darkness presses in and …
Reaching, so hard, when the light calls?
Do you see me? Can you hear me?
These are questions for the abyss yet I ask them.
These moments define destiny.
Iif you really knew me, you would know.
But in the space of time and light and all the things that make us….us, I’m a voice screaming into the air.
But if you really knew me, that might matter.
In the meantime, I’m okay with the background chatter.