Before The Jump
In Anticipation Of The Fall
what if she fell from a height
that most don't come back from
overcome with fright
trailing the last of her breadcrumbs
the ones left to remind her
who she once was and when
now that all seemed a blur
could she rebound again
time in control
and she wavered at less than
her future dark as coal
chances cold, as a snowman
the ledge seemed inviting
as she fought off the urge
like a random flash of lightning
she stood on the verge
too scared to move forward
too stubborn to look back
erasing the chalkboard
ignoring the cracks
going all in
with what life had dealt her
a blessing or sin
whether tainted or pure
devoured by the notion
that she never mattered
what she'd give for a potion
to fix the ways she was tattered
to take a step back
and rethink her position
compensate what she lacked
and make the transition
but the clock only counts progress
might have beens go unrecognized
there is no way to impress
a soul that's been hiding its eyes
so she covers it all
with a smile full of pretending
she denies the fall
while seeking her happy ending
her heart in her hand
her last breath for the taking
as her feet leave the land
pondering the mistake that she's making
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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