Room

The room is April

The doorway brings a purple bruise

But I must pass through, I must leave

This innocence behind, the pain ahead

Is supposed to grow something

Your laughter, your hair in the wind

Blowing off the cliff

Do I stand here on the ledge?

Do I throw myself off, these words a useless

parachute,

I know I won’t make it to the other side

Still, you offer me your hand

Do I have the courage to take it?