Had I flinched in that moment seven months ago,
I may have missed my shot and not killed my chances.
My unintentional mass-murder Saturday
led to a less-than-sensational "I wish I
could take it all back and not have lived that day."
The instant I knew there was no way of
getting you away from this place, my thoughts flung
toward the disappointment I came to face.
I lost some trust with the choices I made,
and from all of those, I can never hide.
But one chance is still alive and aims to fight this genocide.