I stand unmoving
   At the cliffs edge
the wind whipping at my face
   The cold rain slicing at my outstretched fingers
When will it be ok
Must I be tortured in order to live?
Must I be broken in order to love?
Who must I be to finally yell to the heavens “IM OK!”
Where must I be
       What does it take
              Why does it make...
                                             Me tired
                                            To wait
                                      Till it’s all ok.
                                               -KC