I feel like I’m stuck on a train car,
Dangling over the edge of a cliff.
At this very moment, I am not falling.
I am simply waiting in anticipation, my stomach prepared for the drop at all times.
I can’t see the bottom of the valley,
And the train car is rocking.
Slowly,
Back and forth, back and forth
Ever so slightly moving forward, closer to its demise.
My demise.
Until one day, I’ll fall.
And there no way I can survive.