I stand on the edge,
the drop so long
that I can't see the bottom.
All I can see is
nothing.
No mist, no darkness, just
nothing.
I know I have to jump
but I am afraid.
Will I land gently?
Or will I be bruised and broken?
The nothing holds no answers,
no comfort.
And I know I have to jump.
The nothing looms,
waiting for the inevitable moment
when knowledge becomes action.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
I stand on the edge,
the drop so long
that I can't see the bottom.
All I can see is
nothing.
No mist, no darkness, just
nothing.
I know I have to jump
but I am afraid.
Will I land gently?
Or will I be bruised and broken?
The nothing holds no answers,
no comfort.
And I know I have to jump.
The nothing looms,
waiting for the inevitable moment
when knowledge becomes action.