What would happen if

I took my heavy insecurities

and slashed them into pieces

sewing them back together

into a lightweight, carefree cardigan?

What would happen if

I bounced around 

my tightly held opinions

and somehow caught

what I had missed before?

What would happen if

I took a hunk of pride

melting it like butter

then mixing in the ordinary

to make a humble pie?

What would happen if

I always spoke the truth

letting it soar from my soul

like a caged bird released 

to fly among the clouds?

What would happen if 

I saw each human being

as an exquisite piece of art

carefully crafted

by a loving sculptor?

What in the world would happen?