dangling –

here –

mere inches from release,

terrified to lose control!

pondering –

the forward,

and reverse –

confused,

unsure…

what if i take the step –

will my footing hold?

the edge is much too close,

and i am yet afraid…

that nothing will replace

the insignificance i have become,

and i’ll fall –

headlong –

into less than –

something.

un-missed,

a stone thrown in the pond –

so small –

no sound,

no tell-tale –

ripples!