The Edge

I'm on the edge of a chasm
just teetering there
If the wind blows wrong
I fall
so all I can do
and all I can be
is compressed
to a particle, a point
trying to keep my balance

I am a grain of sand
to the stretch of ocean's shores
drifting in and out with the waves
unnoticed, unwanted, unloved
watching life go by
but not living it
knowing flows of love
yet unable to follow

so that today
the only thing I know
is that I am
yet still, I don't know why


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