Could have been

Could have been so much more

Is a particular species of what if.

A sneaky one.

Creeps up on you

In the guise of uniqueness.

It is a small colorful fish

In the vast ocean of what ifs.

Beware, you'll drown

If you keep chasing it.

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For creative expression

Say it in five words,

a hundred

or a thousand.

What difference does it make?

Is wordcount the judge

of poetry that is

True or Fake?

Truth coils

in mysterious ways.

Could be contained

in a book of a million page

or it might just shine through

in a simple phrase.

This poem stands

to hold the place

for creative expression.