What If

What If? When we were young it was a familiar friend Always with us as we looked with wonder Everything seemed possible, nothing out of reach Dreams were wonders filled with possibilities. Before we were afraid of the truth,when we were still honest Open to unseen possibilities Unconcerned with the opinions of others We were free to imagine. No boundaries to compel us to conform No expectations of group commonality We were entranced by the largeness of creation Giddy with excitement that we had a part to play. But then the expectations of others made our light go dim Putting heavy weights on our once joyful shoulders Causing them to droop with the shame of perceived failure No longer seeing life looking back in the mirror We have lost our identity, trading it for sameness Our imagination replaced with logic No longer alive to beauty, no longer filled with hope Overwhelming joy and anticipation replaced by a blank stare. What if we chose to turn around? To believe that what was lost could be found What if we chose to believe that what was taken has been restored by grace What if our joy and imagination returned? What if?