Jump

I am not entirely sure
How did I get up here?
The view is breathtaking
I am in awe of its beauty
Blue snow capped mountains
Like gourmet blueberry milkshakes
Bask in the crisp morning sunshine
Despite a sprinkle of mist I can see the lake
It still contains some of the night’s blackness
As it metamorphoses into a loyal, royal blue
I can see that my currently held vision of beauty
May well be about to be blotted out as gradually
The graininess of mist and cloud come together
Like a TV channel losing signal in slow motion

Strange – I don’t remember owning a long, black coat
But I am clad in it, enveloped in dark, sweet liquorice
The black ski mask makes me look like a sex offender
The black, shiny army boots, I am ready for action
The questioning niggle ‘How did I get up here?’ predominates
Coupled with the equally frustrating ‘Why am I up here?’
Noticeably I have no pain and two working legs – strange
I march, marking time, ‘everything normal’ – ‘nothing to report’  
The cloud rolls in like a cheap sheepskin rug unfurled
Meeting the mist as it becomes a dense fog – ‘visibility unclear’
My beautiful scenic view has now been disappeared, dissipated
I am surrounded by greyness, I look down I can still see
The edge of the cliff and the drop to what lies below
The wind picks up and begins to howl round my frame
I am not scared, I feel strangely positive and calm
“Time to Jump” a voice in and around my head says
The voice is not a booming voice like the voice of god
It is a gentle voice, tender and warmly welcoming
“It’s Time David, it’s time to jump” I know she is right
A wave of warmness settles on me, I broadly smile
She was never wrong, always right
I am ready now, ready to Jump