Blow

If I had a knife, I would stab you.
If I had a word, I would jab you.
If I had a sword, I would cut you—
and show you your inside.

If you had felt the distance, the pain, the fright,
you would know the courage it takes to take flight.

To agree to opening to the ones closed within—
to allow the showing of your inner light-beam.

It takes courage. It takes going—all-in.
It takes showing the world your inside, and for real.

We, who have traveled farther than most,
we are the ones keeping the gates tightly closed.

The cast keeps expanding; we fear what we feel.
It takes all of your guts to show your inside, and for real.