The Edge

Written by: Kelly McDonald

Perilously dangling, 
One toe over the edge
Dizzily drawn to hover at the brink
Eyes closed and arms stretched out 
Into thin air
I know that I am going to fall, yet I resist
Trappings of stability wrap tendrils around my waist
But they are frail and will not hold…
Leaning forward, against good sense, but unable to reason
I fall.