Poem: Threshold
Saturday, May 24, 2008 by Lindsey
This was written with a few specific people in mind, and as a general message to all of my peers who may be struggling right now (like me) to take a leap into a new stage of life. College, adulthood, summer...
Sometimes, moving on in life feels like a suicide mission. But there comes a time, when standing there is no longer an option. You can't go backwards, you can't crawl back through windows to the past. Move on. Take a leap of faith. Fear is a powerful motivator.
Threshold
By Lindsey Ann Bledsoe
Here you are.
On the edge.
On your toes.
On the ledge.
Looking out on the world.
Slightly scared, toes are curled.
Watch the cars pass below.
Feel the wind, and the snow.
Don't climb in, cannot slip.
Don't you see your eyes are lit?
I see.
I wonder, if you know.
I cling to your sleeve.
Independence is mine.
Please don't leave.
You'll be fine.
It's time to leap.
Don't crawl back in.
The window's closed.
They've latched the pin.
Below is life.
Below is death.
Below is strife.
Now, take a breath.
Sometimes, moving on in life feels like a suicide mission. But there comes a time, when standing there is no longer an option. You can't go backwards, you can't crawl back through windows to the past. Move on. Take a leap of faith. Fear is a powerful motivator.
Threshold
By Lindsey Ann Bledsoe
Here you are.
On the edge.
On your toes.
On the ledge.
Looking out on the world.
Slightly scared, toes are curled.
Watch the cars pass below.
Feel the wind, and the snow.
Don't climb in, cannot slip.
Don't you see your eyes are lit?
I see.
I wonder, if you know.
I cling to your sleeve.
Independence is mine.
Please don't leave.
You'll be fine.
It's time to leap.
Don't crawl back in.
The window's closed.
They've latched the pin.
Below is life.
Below is death.
Below is strife.
Now, take a breath.
