Cliff

Standing on a cliff, musing on

All I’d ever erred since I was born.

An empty space ahead, conspicuous

Beckoning me with its promise ambitious.

I know the tales of this abyss

Self-deprecating in the name of bliss

But maybe, just maybe, I’m different

I won’t be consumed by this grief inherent

Perplexed, I began to spot my options

My next step had to be of caution

Through discerning eyes, I detected

A path with a bridge disconnected

Somewhat rugged, but a path nonetheless

And I could make my due progress

I took my time, let it sink in

A leap was required, to my chagrin

Thought if I stayed put, I’d have nothing to lose

Next thing I knew, I lost my chance to choose