Would you sulk and dim the light of your countenance?
Would you slow your steps in uncertainty and fragility.
Would your head drop like that of a defeated hero?
What would you do?
How would your heart beat?
Would it be rhythmical, calm, sure?
Would your heart race in a desperate dance?
Or would it slow close to the beat of death?
If I told you that you’re just not enough…
Would you blood still carry the color of love?
Would your eyes still hold the charm and the sparkle?
Would your brain still spark with the color of peace?
How would you be?