The Edge

 The Edge awaits you, although you may never see it,
it waits just the same
The Edge welcomes lost souls, to try their nerve,
to test their fortitude.

The edge is definitive. Walk up to it. Stand still.
Put your toes just over it.
Outstretch you weary arms. Close your eyes.
Breathe slowly.

Behind you are all your troubles.
All your reasons for being there.
All the possibilities the future holds
you are so willing to forfeit.

Ahead of you lies the Great Unknown.
Perhaps everything. Perhaps nothing.

You stand so still there, commitment versus apprehension.
Maybe a slight breeze will decide for you.
Off, over the edge, into the arms of oblivion
Or back, to fall on your ass, as you sigh heavily.

But there are no currents of wind along the Edge
The moment is left for you, and only you, to decide
The decision is yours to make
with no extraneous factors to contribute

Whichever direction you choose from your Edge
one thing is always for certain...
You will never see things the same way again.