Stand Still

If I close my heart and listen

If I feel the spring approach one more time

If I cut and wait to bleed

If I clear my soul of all unclean, then

maybe

I can start anew.

If I hear the sound of beats

If I cry from fear

then I'm ok.

Everything is ok.

I will not wilt, wither and die

just because you're gone.

Kings have lived longer with hate, Queens have outlived their kings

I can outlove you..

and then,

maybe

I'm okay.

If I stand still and breathe and bleed and cry and listen.

I'm okay.