Edges

Edges


How much closer to the edges, I am now. How close to falling into deep black places, lost forever in times vacant hole. Peering over edges more often, these days, places in the past that I would scarcely venture.

Life’s unraveling ways, have peeled thick skin that layed across me, so long . Have rubbed the layers off my bones, these several years. Trial coming before me and before me, asking to place this body against it’s rough hard surface. Asking that in my act, some part of me left on the ground, in each hard way.

And now less burdened, somehow. The shedding, making the climb to edges much more inviting. The peering into holes a thing that can be done now. This thin skinned human open to it, more now. The tumble, the vault into blackness, just a thing now. No power over this tiny creature, lost and found.

There are many such people. Who climb every day to edges. Who peeled of their fortress, engage the blackness. And these sacred creatures, have nothing but their freedom. They are not spoken of or noticed but wait on the rim for all to join them, in a day when, all will be there.