Fearless

If I was fearless,
I would stand center stage,
Singing every melody my heart holds.

I’d have no secrets,
My thoughts would be known.
No one would doubt how I feel.

Maybe I’d still be the criminal,
The cause of all the loss and pain,
The one they’d like to forget.

But if my words could be perfect,
If the rhyme and rhythm were right,
Then we could all gain a new perspective.

They’d know how the changes broke me,
Left me torn and alone to heal.
But in turn, I’d see what I caused them.

To see their confusion, their hurt,
And hold their anger in my hands.
I’d find it feels just like my own.

We could solve all the miscommunication,
Tear down the walls, and start to repair
What the downpour flooded and destroyed.

But I’m not fearless, I’m quiet.
Fearful. Finding that they are too,
Too much the same, too silent.

So I’ll stand alone in the background,
Singing quietly under my breath.
Knowing we’ll never get back to normal.