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!
standing too close to the edge 