Consider many, many worlds.
Consider the space that they occupy.
Consider another you asking “why”
With every stone you’ve ever hurled.
Perhaps in another timeline,
Perhaps in one where you had the same choice,
Perhaps there you were… Brave to clear your voice,
And it echoed all through your spine.
Discard the worlds that will collapse.
Discard the useless notches in your chest.
Discard your self that craves your mother’s breast,
And let the water fill the gaps.
Please take what flutters in your spine.
Please take that version and please let it grow.
Please save it from the coldness of the snow.
Then whisper “This version is mine”.