Edge

I spin round and round on the edge, waiting for the fall.
I feel the pull, the need for connection beckoning me.
I push the guilt away, just far enough to justify my descent.

I awaken momentarily, with pure rawness guiding me.
I bask in this version of myself, released from my inhibitions.
I feel each desire completely, with no room for shame.

The moments pass, as time unfolds itself.
I am left reflecting......
The edge looks different now.

Guilt has climbed the wall with me, shaming my deeds.
It lingers above the surface, degrading each moment once enjoyed.
It uncovers a duality that I cannot escape.