Chance

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.

I’m Free

Wondering why
Wondering how
And taking my time to consider

Wondering when
Wondering who
And watching my heartbreak wither

Considering options
Considering where
And thinking of future times

Considering what’s lost
Considering the cost
Not regretting the time you were mine

Moving onwards
Moving out
And taking my heart with me

Moving to tears
Moving from fears
And taking hands with courage to see

Holding hands with fate
Holding hands with courage
And taking my time to move on

Holding hands with strength
Holding hands with history
And steps taken towards the past are gone

Grateful for time
Grateful for love
And grateful to be away from this grief

Grateful for you
Grateful for the past
But after all your games, I’m free