I stepped away from the edge
I’d crept up to it for years
Wanting to jump or fly or vanish
I stopped wanting that at some point
But I still stood there… just in case
Sometimes the wind blows really hard
And I fear that wind
How it might do me in
And if it did whose fault would it be
The wind that does what wind does?
Or me for standing where danger lives?
I’ve known the answer
But that edge promotes itself
As freedom… as peace… as a way out
But it’s a liar. It’s a false advertiser.
It offers only a steep drop
And the end to what if
So at some point I turned away
Looked toward “what if” and took a chance
I’ll always be thankful for the chance
Even if it turns out I should have jumped