“sad poem about what if it all works out”

What if, beneath the weight of dread,  
Beyond the hollow words we’ve said,  
A gentler future waits, revealed—  
What if our wounds are softly healed?

What if the morning comes, not bleak,  
But spilling gold across the creek,  
Where hopes we buried bloom anew,  
And every shadow lets us through?

What if the mail brings kinder news,  
And grace arrives, unasked, unused,  
Where anxious hands release the thread—  
What if we find there’s peace instead?

What if the trembling, sleepless nights  
Are not the measure of our heights,  
But stepping-stones of gentle proof  
Toward joy that shimmers on the roof?

How strange, to grieve as though we know  
That broken dreams are all we’ll sow—  
Yet sorrow, furtive as a thief,  
Can teach the heart to trust belief.

So, softly now, the question goes:  
What if the road that no one knows  
Unfolds to show, through doubt and rain,  
That what we lost, we find again?

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