I look down, standing on the edge.
With cool breeze brushing my skin,
I close my eyes and clear my mind.
I lift up my arms from my sides.
With body shaped like a ‘T’,
I breathe in deep.
My senses heightened.
The sweet smell of flowers,
and waves crashing consume me.
I raise onto my toes.
Butterflies form in my stomach,
my nerves begin to swarm, and I wait.
I open my eyes to the ground below me.
I can finally see clearly,
this world is for me.
I rest my heels firmly on the ground.
My body relaxes,
my nerves slow down.
I struggle to step back.
My mind urges me to stay,
but my heart fights me from the edge.
I am safe again.
I will live to see another day.
*Note: the "I" in this poem is not me. Although this can be interpreted as thoughts of suicide, these thoughts are not my own.
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