Edging

I can feel something breaking

Snapping like

Winter twigs, muted and numb inside

I scream and the sound is hushed

As if the valley is too searing to even echo

I’m choking on my own breathe

Life a whole process unable to be done by

One thought

Then

Another

Stepping to the brink wondering

“Can you go over this edge?”

My mind is set to stopping

It’s too late to change

No lingering glance over the shoulder

No time for good-bye

Just an unwavering gaze set to the

Front

The edge

A chasm

Again I ask

“Can you go over this edge?”