What if…

What if I say the things I think out loud.

What if I pray from the brink-
unbowed.

What if today I deeply drink.

Not too proud-
as if I may;

before I sink,
see through the cloud
and glimpse a way

-a twinkling chink-

in the enfolding shroud.
What if I say
the things I think
out loud.

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