Second chance

Sometimes you get a second chance.

You fight your way out of the darkness,
Wrestling rumbling doubts, raven fears
Sorrow unrelenting that rips, and tears
And strips apart
All reason and sanity.

Emerging through a glimmer of hope
Into the dawning light, a whisper of
Possibilities stirring the fragile silence.
As surely as night gives way to day,
Time moves ever forward.

Change comes, second chances
Are but a fleeting dream.
Will you bring it to life?

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Submitted to Weekly Photo Challenge: “What does change look like to you?”