Edge

I have chosen

To pitch my tent

On the edge of the cliff

Where I can see, in the distance

Everyone I’ve ever known

Stable and Secure

On solid ground.

 

And then I wonder

Why I do not feel safe.

 

The drop beside me,

The fall into the

UNKNOWN

Is always so close

Yet I cannot drop down,

Surrender into it

Because I am not certain

I will be able

To save

Myself.

 

So I remain,

Buffeted and wind-torn,

On the edge of the cliff,

Failing over and over.

 

From inland,

My people wave.

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