What if
I pretended not to know how to swim
Take an afternoon stroll by the waterside
End up sitting on the bridge above
Reflecting on my life
Looking at the water flowing underneath my feet
Imagining what it would feel like to immerse myself in it
Imagining what it would feel like to let go
Let go, let my body sink
What if
What if
I pleaded insanity
That bridge high above one of the busiest streets
Imagine standing on it looking over the street below
The bridge high above the railway line
Imagine standing on it looking over the railway below
The train inching its way down the rail unable to brake soon enough
Imagining what it would feel like to let go
Let go, let my body fly
What if
What if
I had the resources to seek help
A few hours each week during the morning
Seated in an uncomfortable chair
Staring at the woman sitting across from me
Telling me about how my mind works, helping me find ways to cope
As I talk about life, experiences, the pain, the frustration
Imagine what it would feel like to let go
Let go, let my mind finally express itself
What if
What if
I had the chance to see my family and friends one last time
To argue with my mom one last time about life
To communicate with just my eyes to my dad
To hold and cherish my brothers
To have my nephew annoy me
To have one last drink up with old friends
Imagine what it would feel like to let go
Let go, let my mind finally find the peace that has eluded it
What if
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What If
PoetryWhat if I had the resources to seek help A few hours each week during the morning Seated in an uncomfortable chair Staring at the woman sitting across from me Telling me about how my mind works, helping me find ways to cope As I talk about life, exp...