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The Edge.

The edge of what?

The edge of the world, the universe?

The edge of sanity or insanity?

The edge that falls into hell, or leads upward into paradise?

Or is it simply the edge of my mind?

Just how much further must I go to make it over the edge?

Another shove, another push, another part of my heart ripped out and torn into microscopic pieces so small they cannot be put back together.

Maybe it will be another bill, or something else wrong with the car, or the kids will need something I can’t afford to buy.

Maybe it’s that empty feeling of going home alone, or the loneliness that lays on the other side of the bed.

Just how much closer to the edge can I dance before it all falls apart?

But then again, maybe life would be boring if I didn’t live on the edge?

What about the thrill, the excitement the challenge of not falling off of the edge?

Could I stand the monotony of always knowing what comes next?

Or do I need that challenge to keep me going?

Maybe it’s living on the edge that keeps me alive and gives me the strength to take that extra step.

The determination to make it on my own and the courage to reach just a few more inches to strive for something better to help me take the chances I need to take.

Maybe it’s all the above and more.

Maybe it’s the search, the meaning of life

The Edge.

“Raven’s Song”

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