A Chance

A chance to breathe again. A chance to see with my own eyes again. A chance to be myself again. There are not enough chances within this time to do anything over again. Nothing can be undone. It is only you which becomes unraveled. Another time then. Another situation devoured by false memories and grievances. Too many symptoms; not enough rendering. The transparency of the negative shines through. You are here, you are there; everywhere at once. Nowhere in the now. How could it be any other way? Other than your way…my way…no way. A chance to speak with my own tongue again. The words are blocked, along with my path. Endure the blockage, in order to gather enough strength to move it out of the way. Out of my way. A chance to be again.

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