Here I am again.
Yes, yet again.
Standing on the edge.
Looking down as always.
Thinking to myself, it doesn't look too far down.
Teetering, balance is vague.
Looking back over my shoulder.
Not knowing what is worse.
Then I look ahead.
The dread fills me.
Confusion, frustration.
I look up.
I feel my heart begin to breathe again.
The scorched skies begin to part.
Allowing a ray or two of light to shine through.
Here I am again, walking away.
Eyes wide open.
My soul at ease.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(27/02/2013)
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