The harsh wind mercilessly whipping
Across my bloodied face
And ferociously driving itself
Into my battered chest –
Making my sensibilities
Frozen in surrender –
Is the only protection
Keeping my fragile frame from
Tipping over this ledge
I would have succumbed nights ago
To the seduction of gravity
The exuberance of freely falling
The serenity of eternal nothingness,
Rather than continue fighting
The Ghost of Opportunities Past
That drove me here
To this ledge
Now I am forced face forward
Here I will either die or fly
2012
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