i stood at the edge,
the wind tasting of salt and freedom,
the drop and the silence below
calling themselves peace.
i used to think that falling
was the only way to stop from breaking,
that the world would understand
why the air didn’t catch me.
my toes curled over stone,
the ocean marking my target
as i took a deep breath in,
bracing for the shove.
but it never came.
the horizon sang
with a beauty and hum
i will never forget-
the sky golden and alive
as i opened my eyes.
my ache is still here,
but it beats with my heart-
asking me to stay.
i took my step back,
not in fear,
but in wonder
at how much more there is to live for.
rog's poems 