Precipice
---Monty Bing, Middlesbrough

To stand upon a precipice, one’s view obscured by mist.
No sound to offer any clue; no rope around your waist.
A map that ends right where you stand.
All lines fade from the page.
Your heart beats as a little childs, but fear betrays your age.
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But what to do?
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To take one step has consequences, some of which you are aware,
but it’s the ones you have no knowledge of that keep you standing there.
They keep you rooted to the spot and question your resolve.
They say, ‘It’s fine. Go on now!’.
They warn, ‘Turn back; you’ll fall!’.
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But what to do?
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Blindly leap and trust to fate, or faith…or hope…or all?
Or go upon your shaking knees, turn around, and crawl?
As choices go they’re poles apart – one’s safe, while one’s less so.
You decide to take the easy option.
You decide which way to go
and leap!
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Why would you do such a thing?
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To have never climbed a mountain is to have never seen a view
of Mother Nature’s beauty, create a show for you.
Where with each deep breath you tingle as such wonder fills your eyes.
You cannot help but know your place; and shrink beneath those skies.
And likewise: if you’ve never stood, just gazing from some shore,
where the sand has not been painted just to match your hotel door,
you’ve missed a sight so grand and vast.
And ancient are its ties.
You cannot help but know your place, and shrink beneath those skies.
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But why would you go into the unknown?
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With the mountain, and the ocean vast, I merely wish to show,
that if you never chance that leap - there’s a world you may never know.
Now it may be such as love or change, or pain…that bids we ought.
But if it’s true we have but one life – we will only have one shot.
Success and failure rank the same – as means to make us wise.
I’ve suffered both, and know my place:
I shrank beneath those skies.
But as each of us live different lives; I may only speak for me …
thus far I’ve climbed the mountain,
I leave now for the sea.

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Been quite a while, and quite a few miles, since I last visited here - but old habits and simple words die hard. MB
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i stand on the precipace breathlessly suspended
between the freedom of flight
and the certainty of the ground beneath~
you say youll catch me if i fall-
knowing i will-
it wont be like the others-because im not like them~
ive never needed you
or told you what you dont want to hear~
im not a one to give you what you cant handle
and when you tell me about some girl-
(sharon with the blue eyeshadow)
i laugh at her
and you~
have you noticed yet?
you never do-
so i step back from the edge of my heart
secure once more at its centre
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Good to see you back,
dube
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It was a good read Thank you ---RJ