Standing At The Edge Of The Ledge

[Guest Rebecca A]

Standing on the Edge of the Ledge:

We stand on the edge,
The wind whipping through our hair,
Looking for the rush,
Looking to feel alive.
Should we not always feel this way?
To be ourselves,
fully accepted,
Understood and not ridiculed,
But as we peer over the ledge,
it is a long way down,
will we survive the fall,
so we can discover and be our true selves.

-Becca

[Guest miss kindheart]

Het Becca welcome to the poetry forum

I do love poetry

You have a nack for it i see

for sharing

vanna

[Guest Rebecca A]

you're too kind, though people have said I should write a poems book, but idk, it's not like they just pop out of me, I have to have something I'm passionate about to write about.

[Guest LilyRose]

No matter how deep the fall is, I have you and my sisters underneath to catch me. Many of you are much farther along than I but, I look forward to being in your arms when I get there! Let us always be ready for those who will join us!

Falling hugs!
Lily Rose

[Guest]

Nice work, Becca.

Yes, we will survive the fall.

Our Brethren and Sistren are here for us.

Huggs,

Joann