I teeter at the edge <br />Peering down into the deep <br />Precariously balancing <br />Eyes closed, imagining <br /> <br />If I take that step <br />There is no going back <br />The fall will be exhilarating <br />Heart in mouth, liberating <br /> <br />And when it is done? <br />What will I become? <br />Will I repeat the plummet <br />Or enough to say I've done it! <br /> <br />It's water after all <br />What is to be afraid? <br />It laps below, summoning <br />Cajoling, teasing, beckoning. <br /> <br /> <br />The edge and back, the edge and back <br /> A maddening frustration <br />A pride that I'm defending <br />Backs away and starts descending. <br /><br />Stevie Taite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-board/
