I Stand On The Fringe Poem by Jacob Courtney

As I stand at the edge of life and death
I see my life in front of me. All of the
people I met and came to know. I see the
faces of those who I loved. I start to see
each moment of my life all at once it seems.
How over whelmed I feel. It is just amazing
to see all of this. Every good choice every
bad choice. Things that I could have done
or should have done. I am in aw at this
awesome power before me. It is almost unreal
for me to believe. I take a step closer to
all of the images in front of me. They begin
to move faster and in more random order. I
finally muster the strength to touch the images
and manage to pull one out. It shows me the
path in front of me. It shows me the future
of how things could be in so many different
ways. While I stare at this astounded a
figure appears in front of me. I take a step
back away from it. It reaches out and takes
the image from me and it all changes dramatically.
I move a little closer to get a better look to
see it is non other than a black cloak with
nothing but a skeleton. I am now facing death
itself yet I feel a wave of serenity come over
me all at once. It reaches into its cloak and
hands me a katana. As I grab it I begin to
change myself. I am transforming into something
different. Fire envelops me surronding me while
I transform. As the the fire desipates I look
back toward death with it no where in site. I
just stand here on the fringe of life and death
alone staring back at the images of my life
before my eyes.