At the Edge

I put in the effort

I did the training 

Blood sweat and tears 

Collected in a crystal decanter

As I worked my way 

To the top of the mountain 

Here I stand

King of the world 

Yet so alone 

I feel 

This flutter in my heart

When I stand at the edge 

And look down into the abyss

Why am I not satisfied? 

All this work 

Is it for nothing? 

Or is my greatest achievement

Not merely 

Reaching the peak

But being able 

To leap from it 

Without regret...?

The wind echoes 

The beat of my heart 

And all I hear 

Is jump....

~S~