When I look around me,
Al I see is no one,
And all I feel is empty.
Mixtures of light and dark
Swirl around me,
Warning others to beware.
Standing on the edge
The fall doesn't seem so far.
I hesitate, crouch, tense,
Every sense alert.
Fear, anxiety, excitement
Pound in my chest
Threatening to consume me.
I feel the wind blowing,
Seeming to say
It would catch me
If I fell.
My arms spread
Searching for something solid.
Unburdened, I want to fly.
Wind stings my eyes.
Sweet smells burn my nose
Tempting me.
Eyes open wonderingly,
Gaze up at the blue, blue sky.
The sun shines on me;
I lift my head.
I back away from the edge.
Breathing too hard,
I lift my arms higher and wider
To embrace the world.
I come up here
For reasons all my own.
That, yes, I have
Cast my own thoughts
But realizing the good
In ugly places
Stops me every time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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