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She Stands Still

She stands still the edge of a cliff,
Ready to leap.
Into the nothing,
That lies down beneath.

Questions unheard of,
Unspoken in her mind.
Frustrated my answers,
That she couldn't find

She closes her eyes,
'This cannot be real,
I'm feeling things,
I'm not supposed to feel.'

She opens her eyes,
And looks down below.
Just inches away,
From really letting go.

There's always a factor
The chance of what if.
What were to happen,
If she jumped off the cliff?

Nothing surrounds her,
She falls to her knees.
The only thing she wants to feel
Is the cool, calming breeze.

She screams to the world,
For no one to hear.
Thinking about facing,
Her biggest fear.

She stands at the edge,
Of the nothing, contemplating,
The risk of jumping.

Just one little jump,
And the insanity would end.
Just one leap downward,
Just one moment to descend.

Nothing to catch her
Nowhere to fall.
No one to hear,
Her pitiful call.

Just one tiny jump,
And the pain would subside.
But whether she jumps,
Is not for you to decide.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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