Standing Still at the Edge

'Standing Still' not as a metaphor for 'not having lived life' but rather for fully realizing what I am as a result of all I've ever been, and not running...

I have a deep seated fear of standing still 

For too long,

As if my heart would beat sap and my bones will splinter

Into roots slow-dancing deeper and deeper

Into my stone-faced past,

And everyone would know just who I am

And exactly where I haven't been. 

But I've got a lot of self-serving business left to do,

And it's true;

When you stand right on the Edge,

The experience can move you

And make your heart hit your head

With wide-eyed and half-asleep vertigo,

As if you were already falling

Passed everything you ever wanted to be-

Listen to me:

Just like some people who smoke a few more each day,

And cough a little bit more-

And don't care,

I'm not afraid

Of walking that way with you,

'Cause we both know that "being there"...

It's much more than just a promise.

So promise me you'll be there 

To keep turning mountain tops

Into knife edges,

So that I can keep on falling

Through into "following through"

Yeah, it's true:

I am afraid of standing still,

Unless I am standing next to you.

Reviews

[ashley]

Reaaally love this! Perhaps I'm biased because I understand too well what you're referring to, but the flow, the language none of it seems contrived or too thought out and yet it all works together to create this wonderful little poem. Well done Sir~!

[cest la vie]

Poem reading #2 today..
You have amazed me with your honest talent ever since I read your poem "Stream of Leaves" (btw-that is a top favorite of mine written by anyone)

Here we see the feet that are moving yet still staying rooted by the heartbeat of her..
Simply beautiful and honest..
Crissakes, please tell me you have been published. If not, look me up I have some folks that will clamor for your poems.