The Edge

In shallowness of doubt, near endless night,
A weary soul, consumed by fright,
Seeking solace, a refuge to find,
To tame the fears that plague his mind.

A mystic figure, calm and serene,
Whispered a truth, yet unseen,
"Come to the edge," his voice did implore,
But fear's grasp held them evermore.

The timid souls, trembling with dread,
Shivered as caution filled their heads,
"We are afraid," they uttered, unsure,
Lacking the faith to endure.

"Come to the edge," he spoke again,
A glimmer of hope, a call to transcend,
With hesitant steps, they inched closer,
Yearning for strength, their souls to uncover.

In the realm of doubts, they took a stand,
Trusting the sage's guiding hand,
He lent his strength, his wisdom, his might,
And fanned their spirits set to ignite.

With gentle force, he pushed them ahead,
Breaking the chains fear had once spread,
And lo, they soared, their fear outpaced,
Proving that courage cannot be erased.

Higher they rose, where dreams reside,
Embracing the world with newfound pride,
For at the edge, they took a leap,
Discovered the secrets their souls did keep.

Through boundless skies, they danced and twirled,
Transformed by the magic of this world,
Once captive souls, now wild and free,
Guided by purpose and destiny.

So let us remember, when darkness persists,
To lend our dreams a tender kiss,
For at the edge, fear has no sway,
Where souls set free shall find their way.

Come to the edge, my friend, with might,
Shed your doubts, take your flight,
Embrace the unknown, the journey untold,
For at the edge, your wings unfold.("The Edge") by Courtney Weaver Jr.