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, 3WW471