If {Poem}

If I lay

with lions

will the roar

inside my head


to a low rumbling

that I can learn

to accept

without fear


If I dive

into the ocean

will my scalding tears

blend with the rivers

of generations

whose grief

came before mine


If I fly

with birds

of paradise

will I find freedom

and weightlessness

Will I skim clouds

and let go

of my hurt

my heavy heart


If I forget

the words

they taught me

If I let my eyes talk

and my touch

tell the rest

of the story

will the emptiness


Will the hollowness