Hope
In the dance of mistakes, I let her voice speak, Apologies exchanged, yet regrets I seek. Her soothing touch, a balm for my mind, Yet sometimes, her words are not so kind. A cycle unfolds, calmness then chaos anew, Caught in a hole of our own making, it's true. Yet I refuse to burden you with guilt, my dear, As we strive to climb out and breathe without fear. Wishing luck upon us both, to rise above the fray, And find a path where fresh air awaits, come what may.