Finding Hope in the Aftermath

I stumbled in the court of law,

My words a tangled mess,

I couldn't seem to find a flaw,

In the thoughts that I expressed.

I knew my case was in my hands,

And I had let it slip away,

I couldn't shake the shifting sands,

Or find the right words to say.

But as I left the courthouse doors,

And stepped out into the light,

I felt a shift deep in my core,

And my mood began to take flight.

I remembered all the good I'd done,

The people I had helped along the way,

And realized that though I'd come undone,

I still had worth and something to say.

I took a breath and found my stride,

And held my head up high,

I knew that I had nothing to hide,

And the truth would not deny.

For though I'd made mistakes in court,

I still had hope and grace,

I could still hold up my own report,

And find my rightful place.

So now I face the world anew,

With a courage I thought I'd lost,

I know I can still come through,

No matter what the cost.

For though I may have messed up,

I still have strength inside,

And now I can face the rest of,

Life with nothing left to hide.