Maybe

You are not made of metaphors. You are not excuses or insecurities, fears or follies. You are not trapped inside the empty words they offered when they said they couldn't stay. Maybe you are a maybe. A word constantly floating on the currents of endless possibility while remaining steadfast in the ability to change its own mind. A word that is neither locked in the dark closet of No, nor tied to the table of Yes with chest wide open and heart beating wild for everyone to see. A compass that is free to point its arrow in any direction and to walk that path for days or decades, and then maybe, just maybe, decide to turn around.