If I could see inside of you,
What would I discover there?
Quiet dreams you’ve never spoken?
Hidden joys? Forgotten prayers?
Would I find the child still laughing,
Long before the world came through?
If I could see inside your heart…
Would it recognize mine too?
If I could see inside of you,
Would love become less blind?
Would every scar begin to tell
The story of your life?
Maybe that’s what loving is…
Not seeing everything—
Just seeing enough…
To stay.
If you could see inside of me,
Past the words I sometimes hide,
Past the confidence I borrow,
Past the places fear resides…
Would you still come close beside me?
Would you choose my hand to hold?
Or would all my unfinished pieces
Be too heavy to unfold?
Maybe every heart’s a house
With rooms we rarely show.
Windows shuttered…
Lights left low…
Waiting for someone…
Who doesn’t come to judge—
Only to know.
If we could see inside each other,
Maybe we’d be slower to leave.
Quicker to forgive.
Gentler with our questions.
Kinder with our answers.
Because every heart…
Has chapters…
That never learned to speak.
Copyright 1983 Dave-Michael Valentine. All Rights Reserved.