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
