Fly

When you know you’re on the brink,

You just know.

Like the greatness

Is spilling out the sides

Of your slender container

Begging,

Bursting

For more life!

Greatness must be obeyed.

I know because my skin is crawling.

The self that I am today,

Clinging to a shell

Of who I am

About to become,

My tippy toes wiggling

Off the

Ledge of a giant canyon

Where I am I couldn’t tell you precisely yet

Just that the dirt is red,

The sky a pale inviting blue,

My spirit is soaring,

And my body is about to fly

Like

A

Bird.