The PrecipiceStanding on the edge looking down,
watching the waves beat upon the shore,
feeling the wind blowing upon her face,
she waits for the call to move forward.
She doesn't want to move,
The rush of standing on the brink is too enticing,
One move would break the spell,
She wants to stand in that place of anticipation forever.
but she hears the voices calling,
She stands firm.