Would You Love Me?

Would you love me if I walked away?
Far away in a whole new direction?
Stepped out of your footsteps and left my OWN impression in the soil.

Would you support me as my toes curled into the dark dirt of foreign lands?
Grounding me. Away from you.
Would you love me if I felt my soul lift- pushing out of my chest. Into others. Would you love me?
If I loved others?
I wonder. How much more could I love? If I showed others what I have shown you. Took off my mask and opened up.
Would you love me then?

Would you support me if I chose a new road. One that is different than the one we know.
One paved over with hard reality, and strange possibilities.
And homes.
Homes where families sit in silence. Ignoring each other. Pushing each other over the edge.

So I ask you.
Let me find my edge. By myself.
Let me stand of the edge of everything I know.
The edge of knowledge and truth and security.
Let me look over, and if I fall...
Because I may fall. But if I fall I will fall on my own terms.
And I will learn how to lift myself back up.

Would you love me?
Mom? Dad? Sister and bothers?
If I had no idea where to go from here?
If I felt the path below me start to twist, turn, twirl and shake.
As I shake from the fear of not knowing.

As I stand here, infront of you I dont know many things.
Bust mostly one thing.

Which way from here?