The Fall Below

The edge is close, my steps are slow, I shouldn’t look, but still, I know. I told myself I’d just come see But now the fear is holding me. The ground’s too far, my hands feel weak, My chest is tight, I barely speak. The railing’s there, but what if not? What if it slips? What if I drop? I take one step, then stop again, The panic rising in my skin. The wind is sharp, it stings my face, I feel too small for this high place. I take a breath, I step away, The edge behind, I make my way. With every step, I feel more free, The fear is gone, I’m moving, see? I don’t look back, I don’t regret, I take each step, no more to fear. The fear still lingers, but I survive I’m off that path. I’m still alive.