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Ayisha R Apr 20
Here I am on this cliffside, hanging—
on the verge of falling,
on a threat.

Never expected this to happen.
But you’ve pushed
this fluidity
to its very    
                       edge.

I’ve reached this cliff
that I never meant to climb.

I’ve liked you too much;
might’ve fallen for you
enough.

Enough.
****, I’m letting go.

I jump.
I fall—
enough!

I rise.

🧗🏻‍♀️
When did this feeling begin, and when will it end?

_________

© Ayisha Rahman, 2025
newpoetica Mar 2019
i'm beyond stressed.
i can't help but wonder when the good lord will let me rest.
the pressure is building upon my shoulders.
like the ocean swells that crash upon the cliffside boulders.
all of these tiresome, daily meddles.
i'm waiting for the moment it all comes crashing down and the dust finally settles.
my midterms are this week and i'm currently dying. (love being a disorganized AP kid! haha) and obviously i'm extremely stressed because my final yearbook deadline is also this week and wow just wish me luck you guys :'(

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