If I showed you my soul,
Would you run away?
Would you break free from these chains,
And then go astray?
Now aware of the poison flowing through my veins,
Would you flee?
I just want to know.
If you tasted my thoughts,
Would you look at me in dismay?
Afraid of what my brain conceives,
Reminded that what you see
Is merely what you chose to perceive
That is not my reality
It is not a representation of me.
I just want you to know.
If you felt my heart,
Would you choose to stay?
Now aware of its fragility,
Compensated partly
By my lack of attention
In words intended to create tension.
I feel everything.
So would you hold me,
And remind me that I’d be okay?
I just want to know.
A.
Akunna Ezekwem 