I'm standing on the edge <br />I'm screaming to be free <br />I'm slipping off this ledge <br />This may be the end for me <br />But what will come <br />Be as it may <br />Will not stop life <br />On such a day <br />My body, though fragile indeed <br />Has something far more invincible <br />Deep, deep inside of me <br />My body is physical <br />But what I speak of is not <br />Though my life will end <br />My idea's will not <br />For idea's do live through many souls <br />But though an idea will never be truly dismissed <br />A life to be forgot is what I dearly miss <br />For you cannot kiss an idea <br />An idea cannot love <br />It cannot feel <br />It has no warmth nor soul <br />But it is not an idea that I miss <br />But a life <br />It is a sore thing to leave <br />A poor thing to forget <br />It is this life <br />That I truly love best<br /><br />Janelle Morehart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-idea/
