I stand on the edge of a great precipice.
I anticipate the change.
I can feel it coming.
It’s cascading in the corner of space.
I want to be a part of it.
But I stand a part from it.
Do I have the strength and courage to do what I desire?
What is the part that I am to play?
I stand on the precipice.
I can hear change calling my name.
I hold my breath.
Am I too afraid or am I just stubborn?
How do I shed the years of the past?
How do I hold the future?
There is no time like the present.
There is no time at all,
Only thoughts of it.
If I go down the rabbit hole, will I ever come back?
If I follow my heart, where does that leave my head?
Do I have the energy to be different than I am?
I am tired of being torn.
The life I want seems a lifetime away.
The life I have seems to be someone else’s.
How to bridge the gap?
How to take flight and not look down?
I stand of the edge of change.
I can see the change happening.
Like a wave cresting.
Will we all be crushed by its power?
I want to ride the wave.
I want to stand on top of it.
I want to be set free.
I stand on the precipice of change.
Its power is what people fear.
It’s not bad but it is strong and no one knows how to handle it.
We have a few warriors, and a few wisemen.
But they are being drowned out
By those who use the fear for their own power.
They try to scare us more.
The people listen.
I know what they say is wrong,
But even I get sucked into their lies.
I feel strapped down.
I have so many to carry,
and I am so new to this.
I stand on the edge of the precipice.
I feel I am a part of the change,
Yet I can’t quite make it.
I have no energy left.
I am still stuck at the bottom.
Who can I trust?
Is there anyone who can help me?
I can feel the change coming.
I am thrilled and excited.
But my excitement only makes me tired.
I struggle within myself.
How to throw it all to the wind,
When it feels like boulders.
I stand on the edge.
I can see those who made it before me.
I want to follow their lead,
but I feel so far behind.
Do I have anything to offer?
I look over the edge,
I breathe it all in.
How far is it?
I feel so heavy.
I’ll never it make it across.
Am I to be left behind?
What is this that holds me down?
What shackles me?
Are there weights on my ankles?
I stand on the edge.
I am ready to fly.
I am not afraid.
It is time.
I have plenty of time.
I feel the winds of change.
They tousle my hair.
I know that I am still resistant.
Why am I still resistant?
I want to take flight.
I want to soar.
I look out over the edge.
My stomach flutters.
In front of me, the others that made it
are happy, laughing, and free.
Behind me, the ones not ready
are sad, scared, and miserable.
They are worn down and down trodden.
I stand on the precipice,
and kick off my shoes.
I stretch out my arms.
The wind blows at my back.
I am willing to flow with the winds,
but I don’t know how.
Is the wind strong enough to lift me,
or will I plummet?
The heart is willing but the body is solid.
The head doubts I can fly.
I feel dizzy and weak.
I stand on the edge of change.
I don’t want to go back.
I want to go forward.
My feet are starting to take root into the ground.
I struggle to pull them free.
An eagle soars overhead,
and calls out to me.
I can only imagine falling.
It is this doubt and fear that holds me down.
I see the clear blue sky.
I smell the clean fresh air.
I want to take the giant leap over the edge
and soar into the clouds,
but I can only think about the fall.
I stand at the precipice.
I see the others on the other side,
so happy and blissful.
How do you cross over when you feel like
there’s still obligations on this side?
I feel I should go back
and help those behind.
But I know the best thing to do
would be to show them I can fly and they can too.
I stand at the precipice of change.
And I am scared.
Of what, I do not know.
How can you be scared of freedom, peace and joy?
I try to get a running start.
My doubts and fears create roots and vines that ensnare me.
I lose my balance and my nerve.
I tumble to the ground.
I sit at the edge of the precipice.
I am wounded and dirty from my fall.
I know that I don’t want to give up.
I am too scare to try again.
I dangle my feet over the side.
I close my eyes.
I sit on the edge of a great precipice.
I anticipate the change.
I can feel it coming.
I want to be a part of it.