The Edge of Who I’ll Become

I stand where the shadows kiss the light,

At the edge of who I’ll be tonight.

A fragile line, both sharp and blurred,

A silent song, an unwritten word.

The echoes of choices, loud and clear,

Whisper of futures far and near.

Each step forward, a seed to sow,

A question asked: which way to go?

I see the spark of a life untold,

A flame that flickers, fierce and bold.

Yet doubt curls close, a ghostly hand,

Tugging me back to safer land.

But safe is stagnant, a hollow drum—

Not the edge of who I’ll become.

So I lean forward, let fear take flight,

Embrace the pull of boundless night.

For in the unknown, I hear my name,

Carved in the stars, untouched by shame.

The edge calls softly, a siren’s hum—

I step, I fall, I rise—I become.