I sit on the edge And swing my legs over. I think to myself “Should I do it?” “Would someone hear me If I screamed out as I fell?” No, it would all be drowned out. Am I too late To change this terrifying fate? I’ve committed So there’s no turning back There’s a rock below, I might hit it. That would certainly end my journey Down this track. It makes me quiver And turns my thoughts to you. Oh how I wish you were here! This dizzying height Makes me unsteady. That terrible sight, I’m sure I’m not ready. Yet I still go. I inch closer to the edge. I hope that I don’t Hit my head. Still closer I get, Barely holding on. Just telling myself, “At the end of this song.” There it is, The last blaring chord, My cue to jump And land so hard. So I push off, As if on chairlift, And let out a scream. But you, You cannot hear me, Just the splash as I hit the water With a dull thumping “thud” Like a sack of potatoes, In the hot summer sun. I surfaced in a panic, Soon changed to delight I had conquered my fear And vanquished my fright. The high dive became my favorite That very night.
The first poem that I've actually been able to complete in a week or so. I have like five half-baked ones sitting in my notebook right now.