Chance

Drips of despair
Thread my empty hopes
Leaving trails of loss
That never find their way

The absence of certainty
The lust for security
The holes that rest inside
That we cover in shame

The rubble of rusted trust
The scars of past wounds
The footprints of broken time
That leave an open gash

Won’t you take this hand
With a step toward unfamiliar
For the chance to live again

And put behind all that was.

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