Maybe,

if he looks deep enough

a champ can be found

in the heart of a loser

or a love so sweet

and so deep

in the misdeeds

of an abuser

Me, I damned

it all to hell

at 10

at a crucial moment

when

an open ear

had the power

to heal me

But in its place

a teacher’s

predictions

of gangs

drugs

and prisons…

much good can

unfold

when we’re so slow

to scold

and instead,

listen…

a heart

creates the hands

that mend

broken bridges

when broken

promises are

certain maybes

and we take

the lesser road

against the destined

path that was

deceptively paved

since we were babies

a road so twistingly

lonely

that everyone

perceives as crazy

A Path of Maybe

that journeys

into the

probability

that you and I

are worthy

of a love

that keeps

you smiling

and a love

that doesn’t

hurt me…

Maybe

everything

doesn’t need to be

so hard

and maybe

there is a judgeless

God

and maybe

maybe

maybe

something out there

of an incomprehensible

and familiar love

awaits me…