Let's repurpose tragedy
so it's defined as building
instead of losing everything.
Let's bake a promise to be better
into every broken promise
we write, speak or even sing.
Let's try to improve our wasted
efforts and douse the fires
so our better angels can take wing.
Let us make, tonight, a promise
like partners and seal it
with a kiss, a pact even a ring.
We can keep on limping down
this pathway or we can own up
to our fault in this latest sting.
We may not be perfect or pretty
but we've lived long in misery
bleeding out in hopes of spring.
There are miles of torn up road
between what we've always had
and what tomorrow may yet bring.
We've come along side now,
ropes tied tight to the rigging, love,
now we gotta take a breath and swing.