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the edge

the edge

almost giving up.

High I stood

On the edge I danced

My wounds mighty

My spirit almost broken

Down below the water raged

One step closer, one more leap and all this pain would dissipate

The fall would be great

One deep breath and in sweet oblivion I would rest,not a trace of misery left

One final leap was all it would take,one splash and I would be released.

The water teased and offered peace,or would I be tricked.

The ground under my feet trembled and shook as the water rushed beneath its banks.

I felt its power as it reached,its voice calling me.

Then something strange took place, the wind brushed my face

A gentle tug to pull me back,a soft whisper and a sense of something else

My breath exploded and I stepped back

Shattered and shaken, I found myself standing and staring

My hand touched the ring handed down to me and I knew where that gentle tug had come from

And I knew I would be never alone.

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