Unbound at the Edge

Beneath my tiny childish feet,

I feel the earth, thin, cracked, trembling into stillness

Like it's not supposed to be here.

Is all this shame surreal?

A bridge sways in the jungle, close by

The wilderness screams: hesitant and dire,

My trembling fears all bundled in a bouquet of shards,

My heart feels cut into thin pieces of eternity,

Until my old safely kept doubts slip from my hands,

And suddenly I see the light, piercing through the fog inside,

And then I pause, chanting "ohm" I stand and release,

I'm only a breath away from making the choice,

To move once more forward, unbound, unflinchingly so.