I can feel something breaking
Snapping like
Winter twigs, muted and numb inside
I scream and the sound is hushed
As if the valley is too searing to even echo
I’m choking on my own breathe
Life a whole process unable to be done by
One thought
Then
Another
Stepping to the brink wondering
“Can you go over this edge?”
My mind is set to stopping
It’s too late to change
No lingering glance over the shoulder
No time for good-bye
Just an unwavering gaze set to the
Front
The edge
A chasm
Again I ask
“Can you go over this edge?”
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PoetryWinter twigs, muted and numb inside I scream and the sound is hushed...