An unseen force
pushes me forward.
Like a rag doll or
maybe just a coward,
I fully surrender
to the power.
It leads me to an edge,
rocks crumbling at my feet.
Downward they tumble,
crashing into the walls,
falling into the bleak.
I stand there,
unsteady and unsure,
awaiting a destiny that was handed to me.
One that was calculated and scored.
But I am not ready to accept it.
Some depth in me resists
the everyday pull.
The life of correct and unquestionable
is not enough for me.
That future is mundane and,
in some ways,
cruel.
As others reach the edge,
so carefully balanced,
I run full speed and dive off the end.
Hurtling through the air,
I now plunge into the unknown.
Astonished cries howl through the wind.
Faster I fall,
like the rocks before me.
Excitement builds.
I am no longer weak.
Sucking in life
with new hunger in my veins,
my droned past quickly fades.
What was once a downward spiral,
has become an upwards leap.
With open arms,
the future my soul seeks
finally welcomes me.
zeven writes 