Free-fall

The main premise behind this poem is that a life worth living involves risk. Although we prefer the safe and secure option of walking along a familiar path, much is to be gained from leaping off from the metaphorical cliff.

 

It’s lonely out here on the precipice.
Does no one want to join me here?
I’m look out over the
gravelled edge.
Reckless abandonment beckons me
into the ebony
abyss
of
possibility.

In my mind’s eye,
I see myself
fall.
The
roar
of
exhilaration
fills my

blood.

To let
go
is freedom so rare.
To have my fingers
prised from holding
onto my
hopes
and
my
fears.
My last
chance
to start
and begin again.
A clean slate
an empty page
no
regrets!

It’s lonely out here on the precipice
Does no one want to join me here?

 

Image.

Cliff

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2 Comments

  1. Oftentimes the writer’s journey is a lonely but chosen one. Similar to the artist whose leap of faith ( in oneself) is depicted by that first stroke of the brush. This poem captures and contains these aspects.

    • Hi Brian,

      Thanks for visiting and for your feedback. I agree the writer’s/artist’s journey is a leap of faith from the very first word or stroke of the brush – nicely put! Cheers, Diana

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