Chance

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

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

Extinguishing her specters.

...

Edwin James