159 – Boundaries

So close to the edge
Of the dark pit
Beyond familiar places
And comfortable

I feel the chilling wind
Of unknown dangers,
Rising from the bottom
Of my mind.

The cold hands
Of self doubt
Firmly hold my feet
To what is known.

And yet,
Beyond the face of fear,
I hear my own voice
Calling from the other side.

This moment defines
The frontier I must smash
To not just live,
But be alive.

I close my eyes
And walk right to the edge
To jump
Into the darkness.

I’ll either crash
Or learn to fly

Isn’t this
Where real adventure

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