My heart is heavy
As I teeter on the edge
Of constant and everything
Heavy with dreams
And the pain of not touching them
As if living is the fire
And the dream is the ice
And no matter what I do,
I burn

Dare I try?
Dare I live?
Pull myself forward and upward
Or learn to live with the pain

The precipice is sharp
But it’s exciting
And I’ll never know
If I don’t fall

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