The Edge
The edge, up ahead.
All she could see was the daunting, horrifying edge.
Naively accepting what she thought was inevitable.
Closer, closer.
One step away.
One step away from the end?
No, one step away from the beginning.
All this time that she spent looking ahead,
Looking at the what she thought was meant to happen,
She was looking through the wrong lens,
Conjuring all the wrong thoughts.
She didn’t even realize what was behind her.
A pair of wings bestowed upon her back.
Her pathway to the edge was not the conclusion, but the climax.
She was not meant to fall, she was meant to fly.
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