Would you?

Would you show me again what is real?
Just take me by the hand as you did and
lead me to soft green pastures with
the smell of wildflowers in the air.
Let us once again laugh and tumble down rolling hills,
the soft grass tickling our noses.

Would you show me happiness and
beauty, the contentment of life?
Like the sparkling river that flows in my dreams, would your
love run as free as it did once for me?
Or would hatred once again,
consume your very soul then
breaking free of my tight held hand?

Would you show me again what is real?
For I do not know these images of illusions
that shrouds my visions...
Are they reality or just a facade?
Would you hold me by the hand again
Or would you break free of my tight held hand?

Natasha Lim
4 Grace