The Edge
Standing on the edge
should I just let go?
Just leap and see
where I will end up?
Or should I just hang around
wait for a better day
until the clouds clear
until my vision is no longer obscured
What if I still can’t decide?
Would that make me a coward?
Scared to be me?
The person I know I can be
I don’t want to look in the mirror
one day and not like what I see
I want to look in the mirror
and see the real me
Head held high
facing forward
not dwelling on the past
regretting the what if's
of days gone by
So watch me leap
and maybe just maybe
my wings will open up
and do what they were meant to do all along…
Fly, not because I forced them
but because the timing was just right!
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Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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