Cliffside.

A girl stands on the edge,
A cliff presents here with two choices: jump or fall back.
Jump into the unknown,
Take a risk and allow herself to fall victim to surrender.
Or fall back, into the comfortable echoes of the familiar.
With the ladder choice looking like the better option,
She considers all that she has overcome to get to this very cliff.
The trials she's endured.
All leading up to this very moment,
This very predicament that has her stomach twisted into knots.
Suddenly-a wind whooshes through her hair,
Almost making the choice for her by pushing her closer to the edge.
What is life if not composed of risks?
What is a life filled with mundane days,
No sense of spontaneity, of adventure?
What is life if she chooses to feel secure,
And take one step backwards towards the past.
With this notion, she steadies herself.
Points her face firmly towards the open expanse of sky,
Smiling like a silly little girl about to get into trouble.
One foot off the edge, and she feels unsure.
How does she know that if she brings the other foot to its companion,
Her very existence wouldn't come to an end?
How does she know that if she jumps, she won't plunge into oblivion?
For she doesn't.
There is sheer beauty in that kind of palpable fear and excitement.
She spreads her wings like a bird,
And slowly, slowly,
Begins to fly.