Chasing a Dream

I am a mess of fears,

Worries,

Insecurities,

And mistakes.

There were words I didn’t say and should have.

There were words I shouldn’t have said and did.

Too many wasted hours,

Wasted days,

Wasted years.

Who am I to ask forgiveness?

But somewhere in this mess

Of tangled good intentions,

Mangled failures,

And broken dreams…

There is a spark of hope,

Of love,

Of a desire for more,

A child still chasing a dream.