She nears the edge,
holding her last breathe
Her heart beats heavily
awaiting what will be
Maybe it won’t be…
Maybe it will all break evenly
Slowly colliding into a motionless remedy
Or Maybe it will be…
Suspense tosses her to the wind
Leaving her to brave the cold upon her skin
Sometimes she wonders
WHY she dives in when all else is uncertain
Beginnings 