I feel as if I'm
Standing with one foot
On each side
Of a dividing line.
And that I'm about
To shift my weight,
Ever so slightly.
Notice, I used the word 'line.'
Not 'chasm.'
Not 'precipice.'
Or some other dangerous thing.
It's just a line.
And death holds not it's breath,
Awaiting my step.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
I feel as if I'm
Standing with one foot
On each side
Of a dividing line.
And that I'm about
To shift my weight,
Ever so slightly.
Notice, I used the word 'line.'
Not 'chasm.'
Not 'precipice.'
Or some other dangerous thing.
It's just a line.
And death holds not it's breath,
Awaiting my step.
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