The Edge of Her Longing

She stands where the sea meets the sky,

A horizon drawn from her own desire,

Whispers of waves echo dreams unspoken,

A yearning etched in silent fire.

Her heart, a map of untamed places,

Windswept cliffs and hidden shores,

Where love once bloomed in secret spaces,

And time left shadows on unlocked doors.

The edge of her longing is sharp, unyielding,

A precipice carved by fear and flame,

Where every step feels both freeing and binding,

A dance of courage against her shame.

In the mirror of the ocean’s gaze,

She sees herself as she could be,

Unburdened by the world’s sharp edges,

Draped in the truth of her own clarity.

What lies beyond, she cannot know,

But still, her hands reach toward the light,

A love that bends, that breaks, that rebuilds,

A love unbound by judgment’s night.

The edge of her longing is where she thrives,

Not in the answers, but in the quest,

For within her longing, she finds her essence,

A woman alive, wholly possessed.

Let the waves carry her whispers far,

Let the winds bear witness to her song,

For at the edge of her longing, she discovers,

That she has been whole all along.