The Edge of Decision

Beneath a sky that holds its breath,

Where silence sharpens every sound,

I stand upon the trembling edge—

No turning back, no solid ground.

The past, a shadow at my heel,

Its whispers tug with ghostly grace,

While futures bloom like distant stars

I cannot reach, but dare to chase.

One step could shatter all I’ve known,

Or build a bridge from fear to flame.

The wind is thick with questions now,

Each one a mirror, none the same.

My heart—a compass spun too fast,

My mind—a maze of ifs and whens.

Yet in this hush, a voice breaks through:

Not loud, but true—it says, Begin.

So I inhale the weight of choice,

And exhale what I cannot keep.

The edge becomes a doorway then—

And I, the dream that learned to leap.

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