The edge of destiny
Feels like waiting
To fall in a pit of fire
Or float off to a cloudy dream.
Which choice will bring
Which fate to be,
Let go of fear
And just breathe.
Whichever awaits
Burned and bled
Or whole and safe
Still part of some larger,
encompassing force.
We will fall
or we will fly
Off this mythic precipice
Into the arms of life.
Mary K. 2016
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