Cliff

I stand on the edge of a rocky cliff.

 

The fear consumes me and penetrates me.

 

The pit of my stomach aches with panic.

 

I am not afraid of the fall.

 

Death does not scare me.

 

I am frightened of the height I have climbed to.

 

Rocks tumbling under my feet.

 

Looking down.

 

Trembling.

 

Wavering.

 

Slipping.

 

I….

 

Jump.

 

 

-Mysty Rayn

 

Reviews

[Antony]

this reminds me of the struggles we go through trying to dig ourselves out of despair and sadness, we finally reach the top after so many stumbles, but there are always temptations as we reach the summit. Many of us can hold steady up there and move on, while some of us are weak or we don't have the support we need to stay the course and again we fall, or in some cases we look at an the opportunity to take one last jump, usually a mistake, but we are daring. I love how this was written, you did a wonderful job Mysty
Antony

[Annie]

Wow...I love the style of this. Great job. I am in awe...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A wonderful declaration bout facing our fears... the trick is to not look down... I really love the powerful statement of this poem