Chances 

Chances

By Allie Marie
I don’t want to admit

you’ve made me lose sleep.

These gray visions hold

the secrets that I keep.

We never say what we mean.

Symbols and inuitition aren’t all what they seem.

Stay still.

Speak openly.

I will too,

if it is really what we need.

Maybe our habits

are meant to break.

Maybe these chances

are ones to take.

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