As you sit suspended, halfway between a thought and a feeling,
You keep your eyes level, unwilling to let your glance take in the depth below you.
You fear that its chill may stall you, its bottomless shadows may swallow you whole,
So you dangle midair above its vastness.
Easy to return, you think, but you’ve come this far.
Echos of “I can’t” seem deafening although no one speaks.
But as you breathe you find a new reserve –
A hidden store of courage, tucked away behind doubt and worry.
You inch yourself down into the darkness and take in its musk
You fill your lungs with all the things that scared you and plunge deeper into the crevasse.
And even as your feet find their footing beneath you, your eyes can still find the light above.
No unhappy end, just newfound fearlessness that propels you up again.