Precipice

standing on the edge 
of a sharp 
and winding road
breathing in

bittersweet 
unknown 

this is 
the precipice 
of all I've desired 
and feared 
of letting go 






Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Beginning

There’s 
A slow 
And steady
Warming 
Of hearts 

There’s 
A slow
And steady 
Forming 
Dreams


A quietly 
Growing 
Comfort 
Of companions

A subtle joy 
Of newness 

On the pathway 
To beginning.

This must
Be
How 
Love 
Grows.