On The Edge Poem by Ellie Briggs

on the corner of the cliff, there is an edge,
an edge so thin that my heart can't breath,
the edge will stay there forever and ever,
until one day the edge disapears,
it will break off and fall down free,
when it catches wind and turns to be,
it will hit the ground and schatter like glass,
and the edge will be the end of that,
it is the start of something all brand new,
it wont be holding on by thread,
it will be an edge and thats all thats said,
my heart now can breath again,
because its not living on the edge.