A short walk
To a great drop off
The promise of an end
Only inches away
Yet
There is a sense of greater self
In this promise
But not it's fulfillment
A spiritual cleanse
A sense of accomplishment
In tasting the edge of that great drop off
Of looking over
And instead
Choosing to turn away
To see the greater view beyond
What those cliffs have to offer just below
Breathe in
Breathe out
Open your eyes
What a view.
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Scattered Poetry
PoesíaPoetry that does not fit into other genres so, they are just compiled here for your enjoyment.
