Decisions

Rocks crumble from the side of the cliff,

Falling into the abyss.

My feet rest dangerously on the edge,

Wavering in decision.

A daily routine, to walk to the end,

Watching the surface collapse closer and closer.

The sky is dark, beckoning my decision:

Step off the ledge or walk away.

A rush of wind makes the choice,

Pushing me from the safety of solid ground.

I stumble forward and close my eyes

As my ears ring.

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