a second chance to make things right

a cluttered life,
a cluttered past,
searching for something that will last…

trying to shed the dead skin that
has been your mask.

you are trying to hold on with all that you have
but there’s nothing left for you to grab.

so you crawl back into you little ‘hole’,
where at least you have some ‘control’

so you snort it up,
you drink it down,
you hit the water and start to drown

you lose consciousness,
you star to dream.

God whispers your name,

a hand reaches for yours and pulls you up,
when they get you to the top
they check your pulse to see if your heart has stopped.

you come back to life and begin to breathe again,
you open your eyes to see who saved you,
but you are all alone lying on a pier
in the middle of nowhere.

left wondering how you got there,
so you look to the sky
and realize why you didn’t die,

God was giving you a second try,
a second chance to make things right,
to step back into the light
and continue the fight to live this life.

despite the cost,
despite your loss,
despite your pain,
to know that god is in control
and he won’t ever let you go.