To the Other Side

I abhor the way I feel

Or is it the way I think?

The interplay between thought and feeling

Casting a shadow on awareness

 

I stand on the lip of the overhang

Where I had stood so many times before

I look out to where I had stepped

Onto a bridge that just disappears

 

Here I am again

Looking over the same cliff

Shadows creating the same illusion

This time is it really there?

 

Swaying in the breeze

I cannot tell what is real

My bruises still a little raw

From the time I fell before

 

But somehow I must get
Over to the other side