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I cannot
I’m on the edge
My toes hanging over
I look down and see
A beautiful meadow
Soft, lime green blades of grass
Red and white roses
A fragment breaks off the cliff ledge
I snap back to my senses
Step back
My toes still barely hanging over
I want to fall
To stop having to step back
I want to dive into the depths
Of this pure, natural beauty
I want to feel the tender grass on my skin
I want so smell those wonderful roses
To fall of the cliff and feel the thrill of it
The rush of the wind beating up at me as I fall
The wonder and the anticipation of being in that pure perfection
Yet I cannot.
It looks perfect from here
But suppose I fall onto a thorny rose,
Or I topple into the grass
And am cut up by rocks underneath
What if I plunge into that peaceful, cyan pond over there
Only to drown in its seductive beauty
What if
I know I cannot.
I must root myself atop this cliff
And keep myself occupied
There is beauty to be found in my own domain
I survey my surroundings
As long as I avoid this ledge
I cannot be crushed by my curiosity
I step back and turn away
I see an orange daisy
I find beauty in this inflorescence
I pick her and inhale her wonderful aroma
Then a batch of honeysuckle draws my attention
I pick one and sip her sweet, intoxicating nectar
I saunter a bit farther
And spot a pulchritudinous pecan tree
A vine of pink glory lilies ascend her
Unlike the flowers I’ve picked, this must stay in place
For her roots are deep and cling to the soil beneath
As the lilies are attached to her trunk
Yet I may still enjoy her while admiring my bouquet
I sit beneath her as the breeze begins to blow
Her leaves ethereally caress my skin
Beams of sunlight delicately touch my skin
As they begin to peer through the clouds
Producing nutrition in my body
Satisfaction in my mind
And calamity in my soul
Until
The breeze becomes a mighty, cutting wind
With it blows the scent of the flowers from the meadow beneath
The aroma is so superior to the scent of my small bouquet
I can no longer resist
I jog back towards the edge
I run back towards the edge
I sprint back towards the edge
Practically unconscious
Where am I?
OH MY GOODNESS I’M FALLING I’M FALLING I’M FALLING I’M NOT ON THE CLIFF ANYMORE SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME WAIT ISN’T THIS A GOOD THING I’M FALLING DOWN TO WHERE I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE THIS WONDERFUL PERFECT HAVEN BUT STILL I’M FREAKING FALLING AND I’M ABOUT TO DIE
OUCH!
A rock hit me
Ouch again
My leg scraped the side of the cliff
Wait…
A vine is attached to the cliff
It extends to the very top
I grab it and pull myself back up
I am once again secure
Yet slightly bruised and scarred
But I now realize even more
How trivial the beauty of my cliff refuge is
Compared to the exquisiteness that I almost fell prey to
It is way too far down
For me to survive the fall
I know now for certain
Though it brings me the utmost affliction
I simply cannot
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