Cliff
Cliff
Standing on a cliff, musing on
All I’d ever erred since I was born.
An empty space ahead, conspicuous
Beckoning me with its promise ambitious
I know the tales of this abyss
Self-depreciating in the name of bliss
But maybe, just maybe, I’m different
I won’t be consumed by this grief inherent
Perplexed, I began to spot my options
My next step had to be of caution
Through discerning eyes, I detected
A path with a bridge disconnected
Somewhat rugged, but a path nonetheless
And I could make my due progress
I took my time, let it sink in
A leap was required, to my chagrin
Thought if I stayed put, I’d have nothing to lose
Next thing I knew, I lost my chance to choose
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