Hanging By The Highest Ledge Poem by Sarah Pesta

Reaching the top of a steep mountain
Without the slightest memory of leaving the bottom
This has to be a terrible dream waiting to end
Why can't I stop and turn around?

Only one of my biggest fears has collapsed in my mind
Falling from a place stretching to the sky
The path is becoming narrower
As the ground I walk on crumbles

There is no escape to what I have to face
My heart cries in sorrow and fear
As I come close to the fate below me
I can't even see no water or land over the edge

My feet slip over the mountain that is now no more
Only a small piece of it is left and slowly breaks
I hold on with both of my hands as I finally wake up
The last rock has broken and I have fallen
Back into my own bed with better dreams