OFF A CLIFF

The voices that come and go

Push me there and back

Right to the very edge

Then back

Like a yoyo in the hands

Of my conscience

I hang on a thin thread

Every other minute

I'm undone

It is sweet huddled up

In this warm cocoon

Must the butterfly be born

Can it not stay a larvae?

I let love in 

I made it reign

Now it demands more

That I be brave

Nowhere to hide

It's broad daylight

No more shadows

For cover ups

Every filthy linen

Was washed, and dried

And I stand naked

Void of shame

To burst out

And blind mortal eyes

With colours never before seen

To remember 

That I too can fly

And leap

That...

Is the script.

But the world 

Is a large, gaping

Abyss of the known unknowns

.....

And I'm afraid to face it.