Relativity
from Whitney
 
 here i stand
 poised on the edge of reality,
 hanging by my fingertips
 to the edge of the world,
 feet dangling
 into the void.
 at the same time
 i wonder what it
 would be like to let go,
 to lose my fear of
 F
 A
 L
 L
 I
 N
 G
 and break free.
 a slight breeze
 whispers through the hair
 at my brow.
 i stare at my toes
 as they swing back and forth.
 one by one,
 my fingers slip off the edge
 
 free.