As I stand on the edge
of fear's sharp precipice
the wind whips doubt
into my mind.
I'm safe here
in this warm sea of knowledge,
cradled, nestled within
the safe arms of past.
What lays beyond
my comfort zone?
I slip on a sharp rock
of negative thought,
wondering whether I'm strong enough
to face fires of maybe.
Will smoky wings of regret
unfold upon descent,
or will this fall give birth
to angel feathers
that cannot be shed
or bruised by your words.
I guess I'll never know
until I leave this ledge
and step into the void.
6/10/08
Viola Grey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-edge-10/
