Would You Laugh?

Would you laugh, and call me foolish,
If I shared with you a piece of myself,
that I usually left hidden in the dark,
far, far away from prying eyes?

A part of me that I hold to myself,
unwilling, or unable, to share that piece,
that precious piece, that I call my own,
and save for myself, and leave unknown.

Would you laugh, if I told you,
that for the first time, I feel,
as if I am capable of sharing,
that hidden part of myself that I call my own?

Would you take that part of me,
and covet it, as something only a true friend
might ever see, or ever come close to
sharing with another person?

Would you understand, how important it is,
and how much it means to me,
to finally have that one friend, that true friend,
who I can trust enough, to see the real me?

Would you know what it meant,
to have that piece laid bare,
in the palm of your hand,
to hold safe and protected?

Or, would you scatter it to the winds
not seeing what it means,
or knowing what it took
to share it with you, without hesitation?

Would you hold on to it tight?
Would you, could you, ever come
to understand, that you were the one,
who lit the candle, that cast the first light.