Hold On Loosely

thinking about letting go

Vindictive wind pulls at my hair
As I stand on the edge, looking down.
Leaning forward so slightly,
My eyes take in the view,
But I miss the beauty of it.
A grand sight stretches out before me,
And all around me,
Silently declaring its majesty.
But all I can see is the fall,
And all I can feel is the pain.
Still - I hang on.