Until We Get it Right
There are no words that are new
Just old ones recycled and given new breath
Scratched out in hope to comfort or encourage
Or even awaken something hidden
There are no short cuts
Even with all we have at our fingertips
We get second chances
Sometimes three and four
But in order to dance around with light
We somewhere, somehow for some reason
Lay down alongside darkness to understand
To appreciate
What a given gift or privilege life is
Outside of modern convenience
That can in a snap hold us hostage
We keep living out scenes
Over played
Poorly scripted
Repeating fatal errors
Yet each birth and death
Exalted and mourned
And everything in between
As if it was happening for the first time