standing on the edge

I’m standing on the edge. I can feel my weakness take over, the ground crumbling beneath me. My chest tightens to constrict my breathing . My thoughts spin twisting the truth till it’s no longer in sight. The sky is dark  the wind spinning around takes what stability was left. My heart tells me to jump. My soul keeps me grounded. Something deep within  holds me back against my will, the ground to unstable to turn back. I feel my knees shake giving way… my heart knows the fall would be amazing, my soul knows the pain of hitting the ground. No life line in sight no ray of light on the horizon. I feel butterfly’s inside fighting their way out, longing for that sweet release of freedom. Looking back I no longer see the path that lead me hear, to the edge.

To be continued…