Minutes
By Ashleigh hatter
A million minutes of my life
have been spent
have been wasted pining for vice.
A hundred thousand minutes more
saw me there
saw me languishing in remorse
Tens of thousands of minutes by
out they flew
out they left – ran – from my life
Thousands – yes thousands – minutes though
In the quiet
In the moments when I was low
In those moments when a star shone bright
When the day began to crest
When a fire in my breast began to burn again in the cold
When dead ashes had lain for years untouched
In those moments, the sparking of hope!
Hundreds of minutes now gone by
spent in peace
spent in the Truth of a new life
Dozens of minutes, this I say
proud of it
proud of the peace I fought for and claimed
One minute, one minute just used
was it good
was it for the better or further abuse?
The regret of such waste, of a life of squander
Of burning my time, burning my chances can cast me down
Into endless wonder, but when that happens I take a breath
I think out loud and open my eyes and watch the Sun or the clouds
And I strive to be something better, to use my minutes free of my past
Then I soar from those chains into a fresh new world, where I might make a difference
with my minutes.

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