What if

The world keeps on spinning.
My mind;
a constant
turning point-
made up of what ifs
What if....
I'd compiled my bones
once again;
raised them from the grave.
My ribs;
forming...
a shield against your love.
The amassing shadows;
press against my flesh,
unformed-
my body floats;
toward the passing light.
Searching....
my face;
flashes upon a mirror-
kaleidoscope shine'
maybe I'm alive.