Read Poem: edge, by Nancy O’Brien

sitting on the edge.
my breath shallow.
looking down at my destiny.
so close.
jump. be free.
my wings are tired and broken.
i’ve forgotten how to fly.
i scream into the web.
but no one hears me.

sitting on the edge.
my ears ring.
my heart pounds.
waves crash.
memories burn.
hsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
fire meets water and all i see is steam.
a world of grey.

sitting on the edge.
my feet dangle.
they’ve been running for too long.
darkness on the horizon.
it no longer scares me.
i am light.
a butterfly lands to rest on my knee.
delicate. bright. confident.
it flies gently into the vast beyond.

i get up.

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