Poem 1

What if is what we say when a dream begins to bloom in us,

and the frost of fear breathes on it

What if I’m ugly?

What if they won’t like me?

What if I said too much?

What if I end up alone?

What if I get hurt?

What if I’m not the one they want?

What if is a virulent vine that can entrap every green thing striving to grow within us

But we are the gardeners

What if every ‘what if’ we sew, was the seed of a dream, instead?

What if we devise, with our beautiful minds, only the best?

All we have to risk is a garden of our wildest dreams

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