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?
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© Ayisha Rahman, 2025