What If?
What if, one day, none of the names matter?
What if a shift in the voice becomes a shift in interest,
in mood,
in feeling,
and not in personhood?
What if, one day, my mind falls silent forever?
What if the only pieces left remain amongst words,
amongst papers,
amongst worlds that exist for a story,
and not amongst the depths of my memory?
What if, one day, the curtains fall?
What if only one person exits the stage?
What if that person didn't scare me anymore?
What if that person was everything, all of me?
What if that person was whole?
Notes: relying primarily on wordplay to make my poetry poses some challenges, mainly that I can only do it when I'm in a very specific mood, often with something outside of my head that gave me inspiration. this was my first time writing poetry that makes use of formatting, and it definitely gave me the tools I needed to keep making poetry even when I don't have a spark driving me forward.