Standing at the edge of a cliff,
looking down,
barely able to see the bottom,
wondering what would happen
if I jumped.
I feel for a safety rope and
find none.
Sweat beads out on my forehead,
I'm scared,
Do I jump?
Do I take that chance that
I'll survive?
Or do I go look for that
rope and never
give myself fully.
Within that gaping maw
of a canyon lies
so many possibilities
and so many opportunities.
But there is no safety rope
or net.
And I'm scared.
I look around to see
if anyone is looking
and I find myself alone.
So I lift my head to the sky
and scream until I can't scream
anymore.
I want to take that plunge
but there is so much uncertainty there.
Do I risk it all...again?
For a chance that might
evaporate like the wind?
Or do I grab onto that rope
and slowly lower myself in?
Can I do both?
Lower myself in with the rope
and when I see what's there,
decide whether or not to cut it
and fall the rest of the way?
Tears stream down my face,
I have had this feeling before,
though never this intense,
this is more than anything.
It is overwhelming, all consuming
I lift my face to the sky once more
and let the wind flow over me,
soothing my shattered nerves.
I hear the lone cry of a wolf in the
distance and I understand.
This is a risk I must take,
but I must be cautious.
So I grab that rope
and with tears still staining
my cheeks,
I begin my decent.
Praying that I'll find something
down there worth falling
for.
Worth risking it all for.
Maybe I am a fool,
to chance it all like this.
But how can I turn my back to it?
This canyon calls to me,
it is in my blood,
in my soul.
So I must heed it's call,
and see what I find.