Standing at the edge too afraid to look down
Wondering how I got here my memories hidden by the clouds.
Why didn’t somebody stop me, did anybody care.
My journey to this point must have shown some despair.
I know I can make this go away soldier on another day.
But this is where I end up, as if there isn’t another way.
In time we will all end up at this point, it is something we have to face.
It’s the journey that counts and what we do, don’t leave an empty space.
this time I am ready to fight, push back and carry on.
I will show them all right now this battle is all but won.
but I know there will be a next time, to stand upon the edge
That’s a bridge I will have to cross, right now my heart I pledge.
About the Creator
GARY DEAN
Started writing in 2009, after getting made redundant from my job. Now it is a hobby, something I can enjoy and play about with.
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