Precipice

It wasn't until I reached the edge, that I stopped to say,

Are you sure this is what you want? 

Look down into the world below,

Look out at the sky around,

Fearing all things, without enough breath.

So far above all my concerns- so far above the sound

of my own treacherous doubts, my reasons

and justifications, beyond the guilts of things that

I have done and left undone,

I stand now under God and the Silent Stars,

Have I truly made it this far?

I stand here, the survivor, the broken hearted.

I am but a man, imperfect- feeling that

I often end back where I started.

I want more, I want love, I want life,

I want to take the next step over this precipice,

out into the wild beyond, the future uncharted.