There's a possibility

My neck will break
Under the weight
Of my parents unlived life

I will hold their hands
And forever dance
To the beat of longing.

There's a possibility

I will reveal my skin
To a crowd of mannequin
And be rejected still.

In my dreams they love
Every hidden part I write of,
And I am theirs.

There's a possibility

I will meet them brazen
Speaking words craven,
Never letting go.

In my worn sneakers,
My dirt-stained knees,
They see me, they see.

There's a possibility.