Left toes over the edge.
Friends around you on the ledge.
Water fifty feet below.
You sweat in you wetsuit.
Your friends already respect you
They know this task is a question
asked of you, by you.
Waves lap the rocks quietly
the evening sun glints wildly.
No one says a word.
You think of death.
Of flight,
of triumph,
you jump.
butterflies
sky
sea
cliff
water
BOOM!
From the cliff they see the circle of foam
and you pop up in it looking small
floating on your back with your answer.
You can jump cliffs after all.
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Author:
Liam Power (
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Comments3
Got that experientially - the challenge to yourself, the fear, your watching friends, the relief - felt it all. Nice neat write.
Good write Liam.
Too late to change our minds, once we've stepped off the cliff edge and dived in.
'They know this task is a question
asked of you, by you.'
profound!
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