The Cliff

The Cliff

Standing on the edge of a cliff,

Staring down into the abyss below,

Do you pause or take the risk?

Hold or just let go?

“There’s treasure,” some say,

“Riches await you at the end.”

But whose to say it’s even true,

Since their own life they refuse to spend?

Turn and cast a look

towards all you’ve ever known,

Is all of this truly worth

Something totally unknown?

Edge one step closer,

Then two,

To the point of that cliff,

Looking out into the great sky,

Suddenly, you knew.

The wind whistles in your ears as you fall,

Seeming to cheer you on in your endeavor.

Uncertainty begins to grip your heart,

It almost seems to last forever.

The darkness rushes up to meet you,

Gaping jaws to swallow you whole,

Yet the light remains by your side

Guiding you towards your goal.

And for a moment you are weightless,

Floating between time and space,

When suddenly you feel the ground beneath your feet

And end your journey with grace.

You look up towards the edge of that cliff,

Towards all you had ever known.

And suddenly the hole isn’t as deep anymore,

But has it shrunk or have you grown?

Who knows what you find at the bottom,

Be it riches, gold, or glory,

But one thing you are certain of

This is not the end of your story.