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.