Standing

Standing on the high cliff,

looking around, seeing and yet not seeing.

Wind is whipping around me pushing yet pulling.

Snow is falling, night is cold, still standing on the high cliff, looking around.

So far and yet so near

Knowing jagged rocks below can crush and maim

Knowing one step can make me fly and be free.

Though no one is there, someone is

Holding me back and holding me tight

Keeping me from stepping over the edge

To just be able to…

Stand on a high cliff, look around and really...see.