Stuck in the mess
of our mediocre lives
Not knowing how,
or when, or why
it's broken.
Yet we're the stick in the mud
jammed against
our own will
Hope trails off
like the dreams
that are now transparent
Want it, yes, need it, now
give it, our second chance
one more try to climb our rut
and bask in the heavenlies
of the hope
stuck within us
Hope can be a word
or The Word
altering in the midst
of blinded faith
Will today be
a time of blooming
or a day of decay
Trevor Schulte
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/second-chance-13/
