The Edge

Into the depths I go,

Will I make it out alive?

The jolts from my sobbing push me further towards the edge...

The edge of no return, The edge of infinite peace.

Where no struggles exist, no pain.

Just being.

Where is the moon on days like this?

Moon Beam: show me feeling, show me meaning.

Help guide me through the darkness I find myself drowning in.

My heart aches for stillness, for the cold embrace of death.

When will my day come?

Prayer for today rush my thoughts, shake my hands, rumble my spirit.

Spirit: come back down inside me.

I don't want to stay on the edge.

I'm ready to find grounding.

MY GROUNDING.... a new.

Floating into the abyss of pain, pleading for solitude ... a rarity.

Peace: what is that? where is it? Am I deserving?

I hear thoughts emerge, "everyone deserves peace, my dear"

...Carole's voice whispers as her hands touch my shoulders and turn me away from the edge.

"Today is not your day to jump, this world still needs you in the flesh."

With promises that only can be believed by the woman who holds me as I fall, as I crumble, as parts of me have to die to create space for rebirth.

"Your body, focus on your body. It is strong, your vessel will carry you if you praise its temple."