A Gaze Through My Reality-scope

Falling

I can see it,

the edge,

and below it,

my fears, hopes, and insecurities, stretching far beyond the horizon,

and yet in spite of my doubt,

I find myself thrust over, falling, done.

My nest so far away all I can do,

is plunge,

every second is longer than the last,

my against life, I take the first lunge,

feeling naked, looking around,

chilled to the bone by the gust,

wondering when I'll hit the ground,

Or if I'll just turn to dust.