Sometimes I wish
celestial war paint
s across the sky
could dip and lift
my darkest thoughts away.
Every night I watch
the spicy cherry of the sun
weave through pink cotton candy.
Listening to my music,
feet dangling off the edge,
I feel on the brink of jumping,
then something tells me not to.
I miss my chance to fly,
I fear falling,
even though I know
beyond the horizon is better than
where I stand now.
I spend another day
in the murky twilight,
finished with hiding,
fully accepting.
Deep down I know,
I can let go,
but when the time comes,
my brain won’t let me.