If I could turn the tide

And twist the hours

Back unto the days

Long buried in the past,

Would I turn my back

And permit the same mistakes?

Would bitter Hesitance

Clutch my arm and block my path,

Prohibit me from changing

All the words I could have said?

Would Fear fall upon me

Like a breeze before a storm,

Whispering his salted lies

And force me to his ways?

Could I break the crystal glass

That stops my futile reach

Toward the grasping, fragile hand

Calling me to cling?

If I could twist the hours

Back unto the days

Now as dead as fallen leaves,

Would I be held back?

Could I break the selfish bonds

And walk the twisted road?

Or would I shun sweet Courage…

If I could turn the tide?

Copyright Sarah Davidson 2020