Last Chance

by mkvecchitto


I faced my last chance

out there balancing on the edge

Wind whipping, biting at exposed flesh

The storm was brewing

I teetered, I swayed as

this last chance uncovered

fleeting moments of clarity

A break in darkened skies

Once vacant eyes sought

this last chance that beckoned

illuminated by white hot lightning

that pierced the heavy air

I embraced renewal designed by

this last chance dangling on the edge

Seemingly abrupt, the effect was pure power

Choosing happiness calms every storm

photo: Pixabay

prompts: Daily Post, WyldeVerse 126,

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