By Tony DeLorger © 2012
At the end of a jetty on a stormy day,
I sat perched at the edge, between abyss and decay,
and all I could consider was the safety in fear,
and my reticence to struggle in the life I hold dear.
It struck me like a bolt as I hunched up all wet,
my dilemma was plain, all tied up in debt,
the guilt of my failure or the lack of me trying,
that whisper inside me, was my fear simply lying.
With those torrents below me, beckoning me to fall,
and the wind gusting through me, pushing to stall,
I found myself separate, my path to decide,
do I sit there at the edge or swim for the ride.
With careless abandon and nothing to lose,
I rolled forward and fell in that salt foaming ooze,
and as silence descended under water so dark,
my heart but surrendered, and with life I must part.
Limp and accepting I looked up to the sky,
and through the chopping of water a light struck my eye,
and as I did surface and air filled my lungs,
I saw dark clouds parting and the blue filled with sun.
A calm hit the water, gentle lapping replaced,
and the storm just relented, my fear all erased,
that one step into uncertainty had transformed my bleak view,
and the struggle I so avoided was my perception imbued.
The first step is the hardest.
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