I’m standing on the edge of a cliff
I think I always knew I would end up here
With feet bare;
Dress ripped and sleeves stained red,
The wind blowing through my hair
And across my face;
I have a decision to make.
Will I plummet to my death
Or fly to whatever is next?
I look out at the horizon
With tears in my eyes;
The past flashing through my mind,
One last time
As I watch the sun rise.
I take one last breath,
Prepare to leap,
And pray for the best.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
I’m standing on the edge of a cliff
I think I always knew I would end up here
With feet bare;
Dress ripped and sleeves stained red,
The wind blowing through my hair
And across my face;
I have a decision to make.
Will I plummet to my death
Or fly to whatever is next?
I look out at the horizon
With tears in my eyes;
The past flashing through my mind,
One last time
As I watch the sun rise.
I take one last breath,
Prepare to leap,
And pray for the best.
This is an image that flashes in my mind every time I think about the future and I just had a nagging need to write it down.
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