Faulty Compass

Faulty Compass

A Poem by Briana Noël Crane

A poem about being at the end of childhood, on the brink of adulthood, on the verge of beginning your independent life, not knowing whether you'll sink or swim


My nerves are on edge

As I stand on the edge

Of this cliff-

My mind forever between wedding veils, flower baskets

And eulogies, wooden caskets-

And if I should jump,

Or even slip,

Would I fall to my death?

Would I land softly in cotton or straw?

Or would there be anything to break my fall?

Perhaps I would simply fall endlessly into the black abyss,

Never positively sure whether I was sinking 

Or instead soaring;

Could success and failure be synonymous?

How uncertain is this dark, uncharted trench!

© 2016 Briana Noël Crane

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Beautifully expressed! A difficult and confusing time in most people's lives.

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Added on April 26, 2016
Last Updated on April 26, 2016
Tags: poem, end of childhood, adulthood, indecision, fear, edge, failure, uncertainty


Briana Noël Crane
Briana Noël Crane

Danville, VA

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