Moments of peace to hold on to;
Thread together like a beautiful patchwork of chance,
With smiles and heartbeats, with skips and starts –
A mirror of a world that were prone to;
Gives hope in a life’s tango, in this dead end of a dance,
For an opportunity and a future stitched in stars,
With someone who can ground you –
Taking a breath is enough to reset desires,
With a sticatto beat of potential possibility –
A mirror of a moment that defines us;
It gives hope to a desparative, passionate fire,
With the certainty that the hope, and resolve is within me.
So I take that beat,
And I dance that dance,
I’m vulnerable –
As I take this chance.