flight

by paracosm

Here I stand on the ledge of my world.

Behind me is darkness,

Behind me is darkness, but it is darkness I know.

Ahead are shadows,

Ahead are shadows, mystery,

Ahead are shadows, mystery, freedom.

The choice is mine.

I can leap and attempt flight.

I can sink back into familiarity.

I can stay here, rooted to the ground.

All three are terrifying.

I choose to fly.