Second chance

Not if, WHEN I am well, I will not squander, but should not have needed, a second chance

It will be / It already is / a spiked and harpooned, learning curve

There is humiliation, in not being insightful enough

That it took, being brought to kneel, flayed by horrors, to be grateful enough and find strength

As only when / it’s almost too late / we plead and beg / for one more chance

It is the truer person, who needs no such prompt, but lives rightly, first time around

I am declaring reincarnation and broken-handed, putting myself back together, limb by limb, until even I, do not recognize, the survivor within

She has sore knees from beseeching and a box of unwound screams for keeping

Maybe together, we can shift the albatross, tie on our ice skates, and, leaving bearly visible lines, skate the circumference, to where we last left ourselves, before water absorbed and we sunk, full of the weight of years, undone

Long ago and just now, these worthiest goals lay fallow, ink blots of punctuate

For the urge to live fully, is always most powerful, when denied.

Then, it is up to you, said the rise of each, urgent day

To scatter yourself in those lined troughs, awaiting divine chemistry

To grow once more, whole, when the door is opened and light let in, again

I pray for all, who yearn to begin

One way you can see, throw a penny in a pond, watch ripples cast divination

Fortune can be such a fickle playmate, the one who steals your efforts from your plate or, coin shall surface, catching sunlight, glint, at days ahead, not so dim

And while you wait inside your bird cage, the journey of even those imprisoned, can rise, from the depths of status quo

The lost and lingering who have forgotten how, to float on water

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31 thoughts on “Second chance

  1. This could be a daily declaration given the way it is written:

    “I am declaring reincarnation and broken-handed, putting myself back together, limb by limb, until even I, do not recognize, the survivor within

    She has sore knees from beseeching and a box of unwound screams for keeping

    Maybe together, we can shift the albatross, tie on our ice skates, and, leaving bearly visible lines, skate the circumference, to where we last left ourselves”

    It almost seems pointless to say, “write it out”, it is my belief now that this is all you can do– write it out.

    The depth of this is insurmountable.

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  2. Wowed beyond belief! You have reached the marrow of your being and it is like fine wine oozing out into your writing and into the lives that your pen touches. I am so proud of you and thank you Jesus for the work You are doing in and through Candice. Amazing! This is simply so splendidly amazing. Je t’aime! Je t’aime! Je t’aime!!!! 🙂 ❤ xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

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  3. I love the line: “for the urge to live fully, is always most powerful, when denied”. So true. It’s tragic that most of us have to be on the edge of a precipice before we truly appreciate our gifts. Thanks for sharing this powerful poem.
    Nikita
    x

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  4. A rich, astounding poem which verifies just how wise and strong you are. You will indeed fly again, Candice. Higher and swifter than ever before, savoring each joyful moment. Thank you for setting the example that you do for grace under fire.

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  5. I am so moved by all of this, especially: “That it took, being brought to kneel, flayed by horrors, to be grateful enough and find strength….. tie on our ice skates, and, leaving bearly visible lines, skate the circumference, to where we last left ourselves, before water absorbed and we sunk, full of the weight of years, undone….” I’m sending this back in time to myself when I sunk lower than I ever imagined I possible. Second chances are waiting for us to catch the glint of golden sunlight in the days ahead. A beautiful and healing message. Thank you.

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    1. Dearest JoAnna, I’m so glad you wrote, than you so much. Healing messages are important. It is incredible to imagine how far we can come and are capable of. I wish you continued healing and I admire your beautiful strength and will – thank you again for your lovely and much appreciated words

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  6. Dearest Candice.. reading your words, so powerful, remarkable, courageous, Piecing oneself back together when being so broken is never easy.. In fact some find it impossible
    Keep sending your ripples out Candice.. My they expand and grow to all who wish to begin anew..
    A beautiful write.. And all are deserving, to be given a chance..
    The Change has begun..

    Love and Blessings
    Sue ❤

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    1. Thank you dearest Sue. And thank you for reading. It has been a hard journey thus far, I was ill prepared for what it has taken out of me, sometimes I cannot even get enough strength to keep going, the kindness of friends like you really, really helps.

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  7. I admire you so…. I always have. beautiful resilient words from a tall willowy poplar that bends and bows to the high ferocious winds yet does not break even at her lowest points of pains and pressures….and when the winds abate you shall stand taller than ever… ( I know it hasn’t been easy dear…. I would tear out a piece of my strength and give it to you gladly to speed you to a faster recovery if I could)

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