On the Brink

Here I stand, on the brink, Like a house on a cliff, Ready to fall anytime, Crashing into the rocks below, But I have seen such houses, Weathering severe storms, Staying put for years, I wonder, can I do the same? Here I stand, on the brink, Ready to accept my fate, With all the loss and animosity, I have reached the end of line, But then I remember, The lone tree on the hill, Rain or hail, wind or drought, It lives on, a proud survivor, Though alone but alive, I wonder, could I do the same?