The Road Drops Here

The world tilts forward,

as if a coin spun too long

finally chooses its side.

Shadows slide off the trees,

water finds new channels,

and I feel the gravity of change

pulling through my chest.

The road does not end

it bends, sharp and sudden,

an edge where certainty unravels.

Pebbles scatter like sparks

beneath my shoes,

each step both risk and promise.

The sky leans low,

pressing clouds into the earth,

as if urging me to listen

not to what was,

but to what waits.

I could turn back,

cling to the mapped and measured,

but some journeys

demand a leap.

Here at the drop,

my heart writes its own compass.

Forward is no longer direction

it is surrender,

it is flight,

it is the place were falling

becomes the only way

to rise.