On The Brink Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
On The Brink
Prancing through the early morning light, visiting a delightful
array of new beginnings in a brand new day.
Enjoying the cool briskness of this crispy morning air, taking
it into my lungs for a refreshing bit of liveliness.
Now standing on the brink of a new adventure, a new experience,
I bring everything into focus to start this day without remorse
or at least pretend to.
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