Here I stand, upon a lonely cliff;
Outcropped above glittering white-wash waves.
The swash of the sea and the vivid smell
Challenges my deepest inner demons.
Here I stand- at the end of the world;
A single step between myself and peace,
A surge of sweat, a splash of deep water,
And no need to run from sadness no more.
Is it truly selfish to fall to peace?
To leap from pain and a constant heartache,
Into vast waters of tranquility?
Are you not selfish to keep me here?
I stand here upon this lonesome rock,
And I gaze at the empty horizon;
My life unfolds as I step to the edge,
And in a split and empty second; peace.
Though I did not leap, fly, nor fall forward.
For if you could feel as I can feel now;
See life as clear and smell as I can smell;
You would find purpose in those white-wash waves.