the edge

standing

on the edge

my toes

melting over the gap

the ground

crumbling over the ledge

trickling down

into the abyss

like i wish i could

it would be so easy

to take that step

to feel the nothingness

beneath my feet

the whistling

in my ears

as i fall

wind whipping

at my hair

teasing my heart

plummeting

with every beat

every breath

pushing me closer

i can't.

instead of

stepping forward

i retreat

fleeing

from my fears

to live

another day

(but what good is life if you live in fear?)