I narrow my eyes

focusing on the horizon.

There are so many

fulfilled dreams and desires,

just laying there.

I allow my eyelids to fall shut.

Wind sweeps my hair

into my face,

as it howls with a broken cry.

I am not there yet,

but I will be.

Despite

the looming gray clouds

and the

harrowing feeling in my chest,

hopeful sun rays

break through the sky,

beaconing me to take

another step.

Though

what lies in front of me

is the edge

of a cliff

and a thousand feet below.

My toes

are inches away from the edge,

inches away from death.

I take a step back,

dizziness causing my head to spin,

nausea roiling inside of me.

Between me

and my dreams

is the cliff of heartache,

an ocean grief and sorrow,

a valley of the past,

and the mountain of healing.

If I take another step

I will fall,

and I

I have never been one for heights.

If I stay here

I will never reach

what I have longed for

for my entire life.

With no other choice left

I

take

a step forward.