I stand at a precipice
of something
unseen, undark,
an endless pit
so near if I close my eyes
the wind screeches by my ears.
Yet brimming,
as if shrouded by a shadow
belying an abundance - of something
that croons and calls
tickles my toe-tips hanging off the cliff
taunting me to jump.
disparate from the road before
no goalposts to hang onto
Unlike the waves I rode
no bobs or dips to brace
just space, and within - something.
To turn and start anew
Is that wise?
To tread again concrete lanes
snooze within spotless walls
Is that safe?
Like a tight-rope walker
Balanced on the balls of my feet
I wait undecided
Until - a gentle breeze
a nod forward
and the wind sings around me.
The above poem is for the NaPoWriMo2022. Day 7.
This makes me feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff. Such a wonderful poem!!!
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DeleteSo evocative!! Love itπ
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