SEIZE

I try, but I still bite the dust.

I stand again on wobbly, hesitant feet.

I lunge forward in a bid to grasp the time that I have squandered.

I fall flat on my face.

I lay down, wallowing in my self-loathing and self-flagellation.

Until the scales fall off my eyes.

Then I realise that the sands of time wait for no one and listen to no excuses, no matter how valid they may be.

I then release myself to heal and move forward, scars, flaws, cracks and all.

For this is how I seize my life.