{"id":83,"date":"2018-03-01T06:22:24","date_gmt":"2018-03-01T06:22:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/davidsprojects.us\/writing\/?p=83"},"modified":"2018-03-01T06:22:24","modified_gmt":"2018-03-01T06:22:24","slug":"never-stood-a-chance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/2018\/03\/01\/never-stood-a-chance\/","title":{"rendered":"Never Stood A Chance"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Through the hills and valleys.<\/p>\n<p>I never stood a chance.<\/p>\n<p>Through despair and agony.<\/p>\n<p>I never stood a chance.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The hardships I faced.<\/p>\n<p>The battles I charged.<\/p>\n<p>The mercy I was shown.<\/p>\n<p>The charity I showed.<\/p>\n<p>All for naught.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In the coldest winter days,<\/p>\n<p>I remained hopeful of warmth.<\/p>\n<p>In the hottest summer days,<\/p>\n<p>I remained hopeful of coldness.<\/p>\n<p>I remained hopeful in doubt.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I never stood a chance did I?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s the sad part &#8211; you did once.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>From the hills and the valleys<\/p>\n<p>You journeyed.<\/p>\n<p>From the despair and agony<\/p>\n<p>You journeyed.<\/p>\n<p>The chances you took and spared.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The hardships you faced.<\/p>\n<p>The battles you charged.<\/p>\n<p>The mercy you were shown.<\/p>\n<p>The charity you showed.<\/p>\n<p>All for the next chance to do it again.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In the coldest winter days,<\/p>\n<p>I remained hopeful of you.<\/p>\n<p>In the hottest summer days,<\/p>\n<p>I remained hopeful of you.<\/p>\n<p>I remained hopeful in doubt.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Now from doubt you come.<\/p>\n<p>Doubt of if this was all worth it,<\/p>\n<p>Doubt that you have the strength to continue,<\/p>\n<p>Doubt that tomorrow will come.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Through the hills and valleys. I never stood a chance. Through despair and agony. I never stood a chance. &nbsp; The hardships I faced. The battles I charged. The mercy I was shown. The charity I showed. All for naught. &nbsp; In the coldest winter days, I remained hopeful of warmth. In the hottest summer [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-83","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/83","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=83"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/83\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=83"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=83"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=83"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}