I stand on the edge,
On the crest of knowledge,
So close to true understanding,
Though farther from wisdom
Than even I could have wagered.
I stand on the edge,
On the invisible barrier
That blocks me from the brash exterior
Of the harsh world,
But keeps me locked in my dungeon.
I stand on the edge,
On the peak of existence,
Looking down on the world,
But really, I am not above
But more a part of the rest.
I stand on the edge,
On the little bit of confidence
I have left for myself;
One foot nears the ledge,
Throwing my balance off.
I stand on the edge,
On the heart you’ve shared
When you reached for me,
Keeping me from my doom
And embracing my essence.
I stand on the edge,
On the peace of mind I’ve found,
Knowing without knowing
That as long as you hold my hand,
I will not fall.
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