Fresh Starts and Second Chances

I am the wretched, the scorn of my own humanity
Down trodden and down cast
Yet still I rise, undeservedly lifted by unseen hands
Saved from snares I am blinded to,
Pitfalls I have dug by my own senselessness
Yet, senseless I be, I remain chosen
Branded by a mark of gold upon my breast
Touched by the hand of God
Salvage from a future of futility and rebirthed with clean hands
Placed into a life of fresh starts and second chances
Though imprudent in my youth I clutch at this opportunity
Luck overshadow by unwarranted blessing,
The opportunity to re-live life unscathed; unfettered and freed from the ties that bind
These arms to broken promises and sorrowful short-comings
Freed able to grab hold to fresh starts and second chances