Too Close To The Edge
“Stay in your lane and do not veer”
A warning that I’d always hear.
With guarded glances, signals shown,
I steered my way, no danger known.
But fate, it struck with sudden might,
Sideswiped, my world spun into night.
Grasping hard to steer the wheel,
Out of control, a new ordeal.
Flat tire, airless, veering wide,
No chance to steer or turn aside.
Brace for impact was my plan,
While drivers dodged my wild sedan.
On this road, my path askew,
Some slowed down, while others flew.
I rolled uphill until motion ceased
Then climbed from my vehicular beast.
No crash, no bang, just sudden still,
A quiet end to fate’s fierce will.
And in that calm, a thought took seed,
Perhaps the edge is what I need.
Over the edge, I found my way,
Not bound by rules, nor led astray.
In wild ride’s end, I saw it clear:
The edge I feared brought freedom near.
Copyright ©
Irene Hammer
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