Written February 19, 2021 by D.A. Henneman
I’m standing at a precipice, on a cliff overlooking a choice.
Indecisiveness pulls me back from a free-fall, and anchors the urges of my soul.
Jump, the wind whispers and I struggle to engage, to act on the temptation.
The peace of the act and the potential it provides washes over me for a brief and glorious moment, then the weight of my NOW grounds me.
I’m anchored by the rock of responsibility loyalty and routine.
But the chains that bind me are taunt against the force of my newfound wings. They urge me to fly.
The links creak against what HAS been done, ready to snap and make way for what will be. To make space for a nature I have kept hidden for so long.
The chains won’t hold much longer, it is truth much more than a feeling.
My heart has other plans and when I break free, there will be nothing to stop me.
I will free-fall and find my PEACE at last.