My Chance
As I tell myself to hold on, I listen for the whistle in the wind to give me the go.
I take the chance to excel in life, in [this] life.
I feel as lost as an infant crying for its mother.
As I look up I see all the trees shaking. Mother Earth has captured me.
Finally, a breakthrough!
I see light at the end of the darkest tunnel.
Now I know now that I have a purpose.
I must keep going! I can’t stop now!
This is my chance.
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