The Brink of becoming

Futile, adrift, a life once lost in haze,
Now poised upon the edge of brighter days.
Do I ascend, my gaze lifted to the skies,
Or yield to shadows, where the stillness lies?
Blinded by the brilliance, yet drawn to the light,
Shall I release, or embrace the endless flight?
Stars shimmer close, inviting me to rise,
As night dissolves beneath celestial skies.
-AnnaRosa