What if I’m not sadness?

What if I’m not grief?

What if I’m not my victim’s story,

Nor am I my pain?

What if they are all part of me,

But not fully me?

What if I am just me?

What if I’m joy without reason,

Happiness in all seasons?

What if I am love for all?

What if I laugh for no reason and all reasons?

What if they are all part of me?

What if I don’t hate my enemy?

What if I forgive?

What if I see without judgment,

Love without reasons?

What if I give and receive without worry?

What if I can be all, and still be me?

What if this is it?

What if this is perfect?

What if I don’t doubt?

What if I just believe?

How would life be if I let it be?

How would I be if I accept fully me?

What will I be if today I am free?

What if this is the new story?