If Only...

You could see what I see

If only I could scoop out

my eyes, and place them

in your head, when looking

in the mirror, you’d see

a different person

standing before you.

If I could hoover

up the mist in your

mind, dispersing grey

with a clear, cool breeze,

perhaps then, you’d

see what I see.

If I could catch

your bad thoughts

like fish and consume

them, digest them,

and dispose of them,

we’d make room for

a new ecosystem.

All I have are words.

I’ll use them.

Encourage.

Praise.

Assure.

They often land

on skin, and stay there,

warming the hearth,

but there’s no fuel

for a fire

to catch.

If…

Only.