Brink
Balanced on the brink of breaking
potential swells
underneath the souls of my stubborn feet
gripping at the soft nature of the familiar
stifling my shallow breath
fading probability
drops falling
catching sparkle
off my high hung hopes
Breaking past the brink of falling
intuition quivers
shaking the dis-ease of my good standing
reaching for the hands of my humanity
following my gut
propagating birth
crying choices made
dreaming still
to pierce my low hung fears
Poised on the brink of my potential
glory shining
beyond the cowardly stench of my screaming normality
holding awkwardly my next step toward sacred ground
beating against the tide of dis-belief
claiming my inheritance
rhythm sings
fate surrenders
drenched in fear
falling forward
faith flying
over top
the brink.
