The Bluffs

Just something simple I wrote today whilst in the throes of crisis.

It's the closest to the edge,
I've ever been.
I see the crests of the waves.
They swirl far below,
And hammer the cliffs.
The tunnels are roads they have paved.

As I watch the swells lap,
Against the cold stone,
I step out just a little bit more.
My feet are half in the air,
Half on the ground,
One more step, my body implores.

Just one last leap,
And then you can sleep,
Beneath the churning brine.
You're already here,
No need to fear,
The embrace of the trident's tine.

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[Robbie~xoxo~]

I believe we all have been there.... in the mindset of "what ifs"...
and if you took the leap will there truly be sleep?...getting through the tribulations can be tough but worth the fight...
A thought provoking piece, Joshua...well penned!..~xoxo~

[Joshua W. Harris]

I can not deny that I have often been lost in the depths of sorrow, and when it becomes too much to bear, I often find myself in this place, staring down at the churning waters and thinking about the leap, though I always find the hope to still my mind and ignore the calling of the trident's tine.
I am glad that you took the time to read and enjoy the piece, Robbie! =]
Your reviews are always extremely appreciated. It makes me want to write more poetry. You are an inspiring woman. Thank you for the kind words!