Stepping into me

I wonder who I’d be if I stepped into me

Would I watch the setting sun, close my eyes and smell the sea

Who would I be, if I set my worries free?

Throw them up to the air for others to see

What would I do if I stepped into you?

Have a conversation; one, maybe two?

What would I do, if I just made the time?

Embrace my one life or crumble and die?

What would it look like, if I lived life for me?

Would the baggage I’ve carried finally drop free?

What would integrity look like, if it were something to watch?

Would I fly like a kite, or sting like a wasp?

What if my nectar had everything to give?

Nourish a poet, a writer, a friend?

Walking away from authenticity and trust,

Is like a masterpiece sculpture waiting to rust

What if I am, what I needed to be?

Would you comfort my heart, when my soul is set free?

What would I do to get closer to you?

Tell others my stories, or keep them for you

What could I do to be closer to me?

Will my life be a lie, or will I set myself free?

What would courage look like if I gave it a face?

Would it be covered with smiles, laughter or grace?

Would it climb a big mountain and scream from the top?

That I’ve finally arrived, remembering those who I lost

Rejections burn, leaves a visible scar

But life without truth, is death to your heart

What would I do if I stepped into you?

Give you your freedom, or put you in a zoo?

Will I lie dying, having lived another persons dream?

Or surrounded by those who have always loved me, for me?

As I look in your eyes, I finally can see

A lifetime of dreams, as you stepped into me

Carl Meadows

January 15, 2011