I sat inside your office at the age of forty-five,
A farmer's desperation just to keep the dream alive.
Just hoping you would look at me and take a chance to see,
The farmer's steady promise that was still inside of me.
I'll admit I'm far from perfect, and I surely wasn't then,
But I learned mechanic's lessons in the rust beside the men.
That my true value isn't found in polish or in gold,
But in the perseverance when the nights were growing cold.
The months went by, the days grew long, until the layoffs hit,
And when the storm came crashing down, my time was sadly clipped.
I still remember clearly the words you said that day,
"I hope our paths will cross again somewhere along the way."
I spent eight years in other jobs, the foundry called me back,
And finally put my purpose and my spirit back on track.
I know it was my second chance, a light that has been lit,
And I'm glad to have been taught by you the truth in all the grit.
I know it’s selfish of me
To keep asking you to stay
When I don’t try to change,
Especially with all my bad habits.
I’m sorry for telling you all those lies.
I’m sorry my actions weren’t enough.
I’m sorry I hurt you and abandoned you.
I’m sorry for all the pain that I caused.
You keep telling me we won’t work out,
But I still have faith in this entangled mess.
There’s a pulse under all this tragedy,
And I want to bring it back to life.
I don’t think I can stay as friends
When I always imagined you in a white dress,
As you walk down the aisle, looking me in the eye.
If we become friends, I have to let those dreams go.
It’s always been a cycle between you and me.
I kept making empty promises and breaking them.
Nothing I can say can fix what I’ve done,
But I’m begging you to come back.
If this is what you want,
Grab my hand and look me
Right between my eyes,
And watch the love come back.
I’ll become a better man,
And I won’t say the words.
I’ll become the man who lets you in,
The man who tells you everything,
The man who’s no longer afraid to be seen.
I want to be there for you
When no one else can.
The brand of Sunday coffee
I used to drink from
brewed darkened exquisite flavor
from sugar and diffusing steam
of addiction, pride, deception, idolatry, lust,
suicide, guilt, impatience, hypocrisy,
selfishness, resentment, anger, profane language
envy, greed, fear, disobedience,
unbelief and unforgiveness
although this brand of coffee
brought comfort to my system
for only a few mornings
but instead it still brought
the intensity of misery and discomfort
into the basin of my soul
This new brand of Sunday coffee
I now drink from
brews crystalline exquisite flavor
from sugar, cream, syrup and ice
of peace, patience, love, joy
wisdom, faith, healing, discernment
and eternal life to my system
prepared by our spiritual barista
with a slice of coconut tart
that will endlessly
quench my intensity for righteousness
into the basin of my soul
A second chance may be
A chance to correct a mistake
But what so many to seem to miss
Is that it might not be
Their own mistakes they need to fix
Maybe others
Have wronged them their whole life
And now they're given a second chance
To be treated and to be loved
The way that they deserve
I guess what I'm trying to say is
Can I please be your second chance?
All that awaits
are the memories
All that’s left
still unclaimed
All that I treasure
lay buried inside
All in those choices
— unmade
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
First time around, I slowly locked
him out and threw away the keys.
Memories of him fell like Autumn leaves.
In reality, he was a father that I thought
I really knew. But in reality, he was also
a father I never really knew.
It was when I was shown a different view
that he became someone entirely new. After
years, and not a few. After years of dismissal
and irrelevancy; years I found nothing in him
of use to me. Long after his demise, he had
become someone unattractive both in my
mind and deep inside.
Things changed when a younger sister revealed
to me a father who made me feel good inside.
He became a father who was no longer a thorn in
my side. In a very real sense, my life became a dance
when I gave my father another look, a second chance.
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Second chances might not be
Quite what you expect
When you hope to try again
At the exact same circumstance
Mistakes are made each day
By each and everyone
And maybe everyone gets to try again
Just not the way they think
They think they'll get a chance
To right the wrongs they made
To love her right the second time
When the first failure was all their fault
But those second chances rarely happen
Yet that doesn't mean you haven't learned
You won't get to love her better
But you can love the next one right
I have seen the sky begin again,
After storms had bruised its face—
A tender hush, a breathless hush,
That made the world a softer place.
The river does not hold regret,
It carves new songs through stone and sand,
And every willow learns to bend,
When winter presses on the land.
So let my heart, though bruised and torn,
Begin again with morning’s grace—
To love once more, though once betrayed,
To find new light in each embrace.
For even stars that seem to fall
Still burn their truth in endless dance—
The soul, like spring, forgets the frost,
And dares the bloom, the dream, the chance.
There is no end—only the start.
Thou hast knocked
thrown thy rocks
at my window
Perhaps open heart surgery
a sharp tool required
to get thru decades of barricades
the ship that sailed is docking
the mutiny so long ago
For love is not always easy, not always kind,
It is the bond that ties us, body, and mind.
We refuse to give up, to let go of what we hold dear,
For in each other's arms, we have nothing to fear.
Through the stormy seas and darkest nights,
We cling to each other, our hearts continuing to fight.
Broken but not beaten, we try to rebuild what was lost,
Holding on to love, no matter the cost.
It isn't easy to forgive and forget,
But letting go will be easier than living with our regrets.
Loving each other after trust had been broken,
It is a journey of redemption, a promise never spoken.
For in each other's eyes, we see
That I was meant for you, and you were meant for me.
Knowing that together we could find
That our hearts are forever entwined.
All dreams of moving ahead
Was lying near me in my bed
Trying to start once again
Hoping this time I'll begin
To feel something more
Than my heart shutting a door
On anyone who tries to enter
There was no one who could mentor
My heart back to normal rhythm
Everybody was a victim
I never gave a second chance
For my heart to finally dance
With a song of love and kindness
Each time that I tried to find this
It would never last at all
Leaving me to always fall
Now Looking at your sleepy face
I know this is the right place
For my heart to start anew
With a brand new lover who
Will always be here by me
Bringing my life endless glee
If it's your purpose Father I will continue to wait patiently at times
I can't be still for your will for me will be done in your timing not
mines. When i tried to things my way it did't work you always
interceded, I couldn't see you were protecting me from myself.
The adage goes two wrong don't make it right therefore don't
point fingers at me and call me out of my name because of
insecurities you make accusations I have. Second chances my
Father has given me to be set free from my obscurities now
I'll continue to grow father for my love hasn't changed and I will
remain your same daughter even though flesh and blood often switch
around.
Sundays are for reading
Tending to the self
Singing your favorite songs
Under the splendour of the sun
Sundays are for creating
Colourful thoughts and dreams
And words that fill the spaces in-between
Sundays seems like a place that exists on earth
Filled with peace and second chances
Sundays can seem mundane
But digging deep is never in vain
SECOND CHANCE
I can see it clearly now,
ive been given one more chance.
To live my life again,
to give life a second glance.
I know it wont be easy,
but i,ll take one step at a time.
Until ive battled through my demons,
and have a better frame of mind.
I know i could not do this,
without the help i have received,
not only by the healthcare.
But from the ones who still believed.
Lost.
searching for a love
to call my own
But pain still befriends me
Shattered.
Fresh wounds still bleed
A sworn enemy to darkness
I beg the light to swallow me
Breathing.
Beyond my brokenness
Praying for forgiveness
Healing made promises
Hopeful.
Better days have come
Mercy smiled from above
I think I found the One.
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