Standing on the edge,
stepping back,
standing on the edge
Questioning …
is this me …
who is this me,
stepping forward
Stepping back
waiting for my wings …
for flight
Standing on the edge
is this really me …
what is required of me
Standing on the edge
who am I …
is this really me,
or some fantasy of me
Standing on the edge
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This poem is lovely, Diane, and something I believe many of us can identify with at some point in our lives. I’ve often felt like I was standing on the edge, only to step back and forward again. Each time something different is revealed to me. Life is a constant ebb and flow, back and forth, up and down. You capture it quite eloquently.
Dear Laura
Thank you for your reflections … I am pleased it has resonated with you. Yes, it is true of the constant ebb, back and forth. In my current phase of life I find myself seeking for my wings again, for the courage to step forward into a new path.
I wish you well in your continued stepping forward
Diane