On the edge
day by day,
Walking toward
the precipice,
Pondering which way.

One way
leads straight to heaven,
for the briefest time.
The other way eventually,
down the deep divide.

Tiptoeing through
known minefields,
the cliff on just this side.
Waiting for the tidal wave,
to sweep me away and hide.

That ocean wave will fight,
to knock me right on down.
Off this ragged periphery,
I’m always treading on,
a sun chasing the fading dawn.

This world has taught me obstinance,
blood born rebellion in my veins.
I dance upon this crumbling ledge,
supported by my stubborn countenance.
At least that is, for now.