Second Chance
In the dream I had last night
And a bearded man walking along the green grass
In the garden overlooking her garden
Tiny pellets of disappearing snow
Falling from the sky
Her face was locked in the book
Enraptured, in the story of love refined
But when her face lifted up
She saw the sneaking serpent
Who by now had come very close
Too close for comfort
Memories of hell resurfaced
The tension vibrated her frail skin
And made her turn pale and red
A glow as little as that of a Christmas lamp
Boiled alive from the storey adjacent
She captured that with the corner of one eye
But what would that do for her?
A preacher lives there she thought
And so is a teacher, in the ground floor flat
“But where were they when I ran riot” she thought
“Why I’m I alone?
Reading a lonely love book,
This beautiful Christmas evening?”
Her thought travelled to and fro in the few seconds she had
Reason prevailed and she settled
Easing off the memories of her painful past
Casting aside thoughts of her wasted teen -
The stigma of rebellious youthfulness,
Of a life that had lost its flavour
She planted a quick smile on her face
“How may I help you Santa?” she said
With a broad smile the bearded man replied,
“You’ve been a naughty girl,
But you’ve earned a second chance!”
