View From The Edge.
Love dragged me-
fist in hair,
across thorns and rocks and hot, hissing coals,
red with fire and blood.
Love dragged me, wounded and crying,
to the precipice,
to look out from the edge at the rocky crag below.
And in that moment I wanted to jump,
to free myself from all the pain,
to free myself from all the waiting battles.
I was tired,
I was lost,
I was weak and I wanted to jump.
I saw the dreamy blue sky-
dotted with soft cotton clouds floating in the face of the fiery sun,
I saw the deep, satin green valley bursting with life below,
I saw a little black bird soaring and calling out to an indifferent world.
And I saw myself- forced to the edge and wanting to jump,
I paused,
I thought,
I prayed,
and I crawled all the way back to fight battles on my knees and on my belly,
until I could stand on my feet again.
