Cliff Edges

(Written October 2024)

Instead of building bridges, we skirt around
edges while nothing flows.
Those barricades we erected to survive
have become a prison inside our minds.
We were never born to exist.
And there’s the rub.
To live is sometimes to risk.
To risk being rejected, thwarted or failing.
Why try when we can do nothing?
Life is a breeze with no one to please
except ourselves.
I have failed more times than most, and I
have screwed up in the highest degree, but if I
ever fail to try, I am being untrue to myself.
Untrue to my mother, who went through hell to
deliver me into this world.
Sitting on cliff edges is only for those
who have given up on life.

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The comments issue is still ongoing (that is a week now)Added to that , my oven nearly went on fire last night, so now I need to replace it!This too shall pass, hopefully!