The Abyss

I am stretched, sprawled
between the two sides of a cliff
slowly losing my weak grip
looking below at the dark abyss

One side is new and painfree
the other loved but agonizing
I am debating within, each side
stating, pleading their case

A part of me longs for the new
the possibility, the peace
the enticing chance of finding
something shiny and shimmery

the other wants to hold on
to known, stick to the learning, 
eyeing the potential, praying
the pain will someday go

What is backward or forward?
where is my gravity? In what
to sink my weight, that may
lift me up? and leap me grow?

But also in me is a lurking
longing for the downward,
craving the darkness, the depths
and knows it will take bravery

I catch the concerning
fleeting fixating fear of the fall
and in a flash of foresight, with 
instinctive surety of soul
I foolishly and wisely let go, 
plummeting with a smile
witnessing the fear fall 
and without warning
I land with wings and start to soar.

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