Cass Fate

On the Edge

Teetering between,

On the edge of the cliff,

40 feet below

are jagged rocks.

 

I could turn back.

Turn around,

Safe from harm.

But,

No progress.

Back to the start.

 

Beyond the rocks

is a city.

Of wonder, and beauty,

Of love, and success.

Jumping.

Falling.

Living.

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