Crossing the Line
At the very edge I hung – thinking
Whether I should let go and allow myself to fall,
To what seemed like a glorious plunge,
To what seemed like a blinding, maddening downward flight.
I looked down – tense, curious.
I could almost hear my frantic scream, loud and faint as I go down, down, down.
A scream of pleasure and horror, as I have become prey.
‘Let go’ – it is very, very tempting.
I closed my eyes – savoring my moment of indecision…
The taste of intoxication fills my mouth,
As a cold sweat of fear trickle down my neck.
It is close – any moment now.
My fingers loose grip – one after the other.
I chill in lost anticipation, wonder, awe…
As I throw my head back to feed my fall, ready for the long way down –
Let’s see if I can grow wings.
I had some boring free time today so I pretended I was filling it up by writing poetry. LOL.
I also saw another poetry today posted by ceemee titled Innocence. I wonder if she was also bored when she wrote it. LOL.