Chance
Stood quietly in her corner
Stood quietly in her corner
Waiting for its release
Recovering from a loss
In humility amidst anger
She was walking away
Erasing those memories
That claimed her heart
On this her birthday
Wishing then erasing
Wishing then erasing
Her credulous will farewell
Clutching her tired soul
Intransitively she moves
Inward, eclipsing years
Gone adrift, now poised
Ready to take that chance
Resisting doubt's fears.
She blows out her candles
She blows out her candles
Extinguishing her specters.
...
Edwin James