Where do I go from here
Poised atop the precipice
A poisoned chalice in my hands
Suspended in its light
I feel its fragile embrace
A warm evanescence
The fire fades
I lose my step
Where do I go from here
Tumbling, spiralling down
A sharp descent
Rocks graze my skin
I hit the ground
Bloody and bruised
Where do I go from here
Looking over my shoulder
I see the precipice
Its ghost intoxicates me
I begin to climb
Dig my feet into the earth
The ghost drives me on
With the end in sight
Maternal rays of tender light
Pull me to the top
As I reach the precipice
The light feels not as warm
I stop to think and lose my step