The Precipice

I have stood on the precipice

of the rest of my life,

for a while now.

With my toes over the edge,

balancing,

uncertain,

afraid to plunge into the abyss.

 

Frozen,

eyes shut.

Unable to look to the future

beckoning

in sunlit beauty across

the divide.

 

Calling gently,

encouraging me to trust,

to leap

and set my mind to joy…

 

but I cannot…

paralysed…

 

Behind closed lids

warm tears well and slip

saltily

down my cheeks.

 

Why?

 

Silence.

 

Why…

do I dare not live?

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