Edges

I always seem

to be on the edge

sharp blade,

shard of glass,

cliff's ledge.

There's no place

to grab on

no path or foothold

should I choose

to make any move,

to be so bold.

Edges

are an odd thing

one can

plummet wildly

or spread

your wings.

I close my eyes

and feel the choice

am I in danger?

am I overjoyed?

Hanging haphazardly?

Or delicately poised.

The amount of balance

is mine to determine

am I teetering on disaster?

or leaning forward to fly?

One things for certain

I won't know until I try.