NAKED, ON THE EDGE By Elizabeth Massie
“Beneath our clothes, our bodies are naked. Beneath our skulls, our brains are naked. Beneath our hearts, our souls are naked.”
Naked, On the Edge
Pushed or dragged or on our own
Past shadowed, bony, leafless trees,
Through tangled briar and rock-strewn field
As hearts pound madly with unease.
Up to the end of all there is,
Where darkness hangs in shrouds of mist
Our souls stand trembling, staring, awed
Within our terror’s hardened fist.
It’s here, where life and death divide
Where anxious, troubled minds lay bared
The time has come, its time to choose,
Step out or back, be forced or dared.
We stand there, naked, on the edge,
At mercy of ourselves or fate,
Circumstance and dreams collide,
It is too soon. Or no, too late.
What waits out in the fog of night
Beyond what we can see or hear;
A rescue from this bloodied world
Or all the horrors that we fear?
The wind blows hard upon cliff
We cling to hope and to the ledge,
’Til strength is gone, we teeter, cry,
Then tumble, naked, from the edge.
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