Faulty Compass

Faulty Compass

A Poem by Briana Noël Crane
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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

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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
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Tags: poem, end of childhood, adulthood, indecision, fear, edge, failure, uncertainty

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Briana Noël Crane
Briana Noël Crane

Danville, VA



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