The Edge Poem by Joshua Hudson

Running towards the edge of the cliff
The wet grass whipping at your legs
The dark trees stretching to a blur
As breath and anticipation race
Narrowing the margin between law and time
Your mind cries stop, but not tonight.
What if the place you've stopped before?
Is just the beginning of something more?
And so you push with all your might
Over the cliff and take to flight
For the sky's the limit if you might…
Only jump off the edge.