One More Chance
One more chance... The thought wouldn’t leave me. If I could get that one chance, I could do a lot more. Not for them — for me. I could change so many things I let rust. The mornings I slept through. The apologies I swallowed. The dreams I shelved because fear was louder. I could be more happy. Not the fake-smile kind, but the quiet kind that hums in your chest when you’re proud of who you are. I could improve myself. Wake up before the sun and not hate it. Finish what I start. Say “no” without guilt and “yes” without panic. I could have taken up that one more chance when it was warm in my hands. But I counted the risks instead of the possibilities, and it cooled. One more chance starts now. No one was coming to give it to me. I had to be the one who knocked.