On the Edge

I was on the edge.

I was ON the VERY EDGE.

With my toes hanging over,

Pointing downward, desiring the fall,

Desiring that leap.

That leap of Faith that would

Change Everything

About who I am.

I was on the edge.

My heart POUNDing.   SO.   LOUDLY.

The quiver started slowly,

In my fingers, through my body,

Through to my toes.

From my head to the balls of my feet

I Trembled

With somuch excitement.

I was on the edge.

I felt the BREEZE.

Then

THE FEAR.

So close.

Just one step away.

But Fear gripped my ankles and

Held Me

As a prisoner.

Fear held my hand.

Whispers in my ear tell me I'm

Already Free

And I foolishly

BELIEVED THE LIE.