Could I , Should My & Would The
A poem pondering the notion of could, should, would as it pertains to acceptance while trying something new and discovering who you are in the process
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Could I,
really be enough...
simply as I am
for all that I am
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Would I,
matter more
if I did something incredible
or extraordinary
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Should I,
bother to try
when I'll probably
be ridiculed and criticized
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Could my,
thoughts and opinions
actually hold weight
in a meaningful debate
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Would my,
playful nature override
the true intelligence
I possess inside
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Should my,
antics cause a divergence
within my standpoint
in the world
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Could the,
societal terms
welcome in
a new edition
of innovation
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Should the,
aloof be lead
or left astray
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Would the,
way of
regular living
be given
a new sedition
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Could I,
reimagine the tides
to make
a difference
in someone else's life
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Should I,
commence a
newfound stride
to overcompensate
for the lack
of insight
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Would I,
end up
burning rubber
trying to
find a halo
in this splice endeavor
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Could my,
sudden grasp
for knowledge
be seen as
quick-witted
or unbearably intolerable
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Should my,
freshly modernized
take on
the way of the world
that surrounds me
subdue my
sharp-witted approach
to then only
derail my validation
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Would my,
solitude of
boundless convention
cause more
conflict rather than
well needed affection
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Could the,
naysayers simply be
subconscious well-wishers
just bewildered is all
without a say for their cause
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Should the,
courteous sentiments
I give so freely
pave a new way
for hospitality
or instead
be taken too lightly
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Would the,
suspicious forth comers
become swayed
into being optimistic
roses of sanguine
simply by allowing
a new vivacious concept
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Could I,
actually be considered
as the favored exception
to renounce
an opposed proposition
has now been dismissed
due to rationality
or just shrugged off
with a yawn and an eyeroll
maybe even a sigh
as to then sink
in to a pool of
fatal error
that was only
to be caused by me
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Should I,
contemplate the
allusive treasury
of the unforeseen
murky of banishment
or shall I
welcome in the
irrecoverable perspectives
of the candid snobbery
that can easily be readjusted
to admirable point of views
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Would I,
perhaps stun
the inner crowd
that remains
exclusive to the rest
and yet secluded
by the best
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Could my,
endless devotion
to reimagine
and to
possibly reinvent
cultivate a new
itinerary for
the enlightened enthusiasts
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Should my,
natural abstraction
to the forsaken
underbelly rainbows
that lies beneath
the surface stains
of gritted teeth
actually abide
a deliverance
or division
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Would my,
gentle resurgence
from failed lectures
only erupt into
a revel of eminence
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Could the,
way things are...
very well be
the reason for
the way I am
About the Creator
Yazamoisellé
🦄✨ °Somewhere Daydreaming° 🦄✨


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