The Edge
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.
Copyright © Kelly Mcdonald | Year Posted 2006
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