Poetry | if one day I become very brave

If one day I become brave

If one day I become very brave,

I'll turn off the chandelier in the dead of night,

Let the shadow of the night lamp be bathed only in the halo of the table lamp.

I would walk alone to the supermarket downstairs on a sunny day,

Bring a small amount of cash,

Then, carrying a shopping bag full of purchases,

In a crowd that is not crowded,

Find your way home accurately.

I'll get out of the tightly hugged shivering quilt,

Tentatively lifting a corner and sticking out his head,

Close your eyes, cover your ears,

Try to put yourself to sleep,

Let the wind rage outside the window, lightning and thunder.

I'll take your name,

With the lightest color pencil,

Written in the most hidden corners of the diary,

Like a child who suddenly did something bad,

Nervously locked it in the cabinet under the bed,

Never turn on.

I'll carry a backpack on my back,

Go to the park where you often walk after dinner,

Beside the path you will never visit,

Far away, look at you

Coming and going,

Pretend you and I passed by,

Leave me alone full of tension and joy.

I'll whisper like it in your sleeping ear,

Then creep away,

Believe me,

That's all I can do

The bravest thing to do.

From Story Forest magazine

January 2016, Lower Half Month

Author: Worm Eight

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