Traverse – June 8, 2019

The edge

Traversed

Is narrow.

The wind

blows at your back,

Pushing you forward.

Vacillating,

You obey.

Disillusioned

At the audacity

Used

In front of your face.

You could jump

Ending the fear.

All things.

Instead, you continue

To be pushed

Along the edge.

Not strong enough

To wear your thoughts

On your sleeve.

As you pull them down

Stretched tight

to your wrist.

Trapping the heat,

Only absorbed

Into your heart

Now burning

with the desire

To step away from the edge

You traverse.