Needed a break from writing my book. The funny thing is I wrote a poem about how I started to write it, and why I must finish it.
The Edge
Here I stand on the edge.
The edge of the unknown.
No one around.
No way to be thrown.
I look up and I look down.
Only darkness all around.
The moon and stars are absent in the sky unable to provide light.
No hint, no sign, no way to provide sight.
I squint in the darkness to see how far down is the ground.
I listen with my ears. Silence. No sound.
I could turn back and walk away without giving a single thought.
Then everything would be pointless, every battle I have fought.
The darkness plays tricks on me.
Making me see things I know I do not see.
Make me hear things I know I do not hear.
Demons whispering only fear and doubts in my ear.
Every voice that has told me not to jump is in my head.
Filling it with failure, food for the demons, nothing but pure dread.
The ones who love you telling to never stop jumping high,
Encouraging you to aim higher than the sky,
This is it. Possibly the only moment I will get.
It's either work hard, or forget about it and jet.
I take a step closer and I feel the wind starting to blow.
The wind in the air is telling me it is now time to go.
Blood pumping,
Heart thumping.
All because of the thought of jumping.
I take a few steps back and turn and look to the black.
Knowing deep down if I leave now there is now way I am ever coming back.
A take a deep breath. And think about all the ones I love.
The ones on the ground and the many up above.
Knowing that they are all proud of me.
Rooting with every inch of their soul thus setting me free.
I run as fast as I can, and jump in the sky.
This is the moment where I live or die.
