i am standing at the edge of a cliff
i shouldn't be here
i should go somewhere else,
do something others would view worthwhile
but i can't move.
there is something about this
that i can't back away from
the beauty and terror
a beautiful view
but it terrifies me too
one slip could send me plummeting,
falling to whatever lies below.
one slip could cost me my life.
but there is something
in the danger
that gives me a little thrill
an urge to jump hits me
and i wonder:
would i fall?
would i fly?
is there even a difference?
one step
and i would be falling/flying
into the empty air
there's no one to catch me
if my wings melt
how far could i fall?
but it would be so easy
to just take the step off
live a little,
i tell myself.
i never take risks,
but i would like to.
so i leap
into the unknown.
what happens when you fall?
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Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
