Just Before I Jump Poem by sharon wischkaemper

You are my True North.

You are the ladder off the ledges I find myself on.

Just before I jump it's your voice on the phone.

No matter what condition I find myself in,

be it hungover, hormonal, invested in my pride.

Anxiety ridden or pessimistic convinced love is a lie.

You have been the light that kept my light alive.

I admire you and love you for whom you are.

My sister, my best friend, and when my ship gets lost at sea

you are my Northern star.