Risks I once took with abandon

Fail to follow through my fear

Years have passed with defeat

Now imprisoned with every decision near

No choices, no reasoning, no prayers will save

From the downward fall I’ve embraced

My edge, my armor I’ve mended too often

For it’s use to salvage the broken

No shallow waters or lights to guide me

Alone with only years within

Each canvas portrays a story of loss

Since I fell so far years ago

No puzzle pieces remain to shed hope

Only chances and places I cannot show

Yet, I smile in the midst of the chaos

Take each failure to rise as it’s fate

Defeated, I’ve little left to offer

Beyond the patience I’ve learned to wait

Discovering wisdom in the lowest of hurt

To save, to lead for the future that holds

Many years I have hoped to be given to try

Before my hand has been chosen to fold.

Layla