The Edge

The Edge

The Edge

The edge is where I seek comfort,

I approach it from afar,

I set my stall upon it,

Determines in deep refrain.

Pushed too far, pushed too close,

It beacons me to approach,

I try to hold my resolve in place,

But push, push, it welcomes me.

Its arms aloft and open wide,

I walk into its tender embrace,

I step onto the ledge,

And look down at the fall.

There’s nothing holding onto me,

To keep me from stepping off,

Tick-tock time chimes, it lays it on thick.

My worthless soul should take the hit,

Then tender arms surround me,

They’re strong, they’re warm and tight,

You pull me back and gather me up,

Your blue eyes offer hope.

You have the strength to pull me back,

To deal with my plight,

Strong shoulders to cry upon,

A strong back for my fight.

Hope is renewed,

The pressure grows thin,

I am saved from the edge,

And ready to begin.

The edge no longer calls my name,

I beat it, ignored its request,

Life is renewed, I start again,

What future I would have missed.

If I’d given up and lost my way,

If I let the edge have its way,

I’d have lost so much, yet to unfold,

Today I smile and walk away.

By Serina Hartwell

Author of The Hidden Saga

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No matter how far you fall,

You can only tumble so far,

Before the bottom serves as the prompt,

That it’s time to look up to the light.

Up toward the light,

At the end of the tunnel,

To the light that will guide your way,

To your new bright future that lays in wait.

The journey is long,

The climb is tremendous,

The darkness holds on,

But the light’s strength is great.

It’s calling, it’s true,

Your future lies dormant,

It lies just ahead,

Around the corner and just out of view.

And waiting, just waiting,

For you to arrive,

At the meeting point in time,

Of the positive and new.

So much work is needed,

But your strength will renew,

The distance is far,

To the new beginning that awaits you.

So, although you may stumble,

And fall on your way,

To the top you may stagger,

But climb anyway.

The mountain is worthy,

Of the climb of your life,

The target in sight,

So don’t lose hope yet.

Don’t give up yet,

The test is almost up,

Just keep digging deep within,

For the strength buried down, within.

To find your will,

To persist to the end,

One day you’ll look back,

And say, “Remember when”,

From your position of triumph,

Comfort and renewal,

These days will pass soon,

They’re only for so long.

So keep your faith within,

Hold onto it tight,

The finish line will come soon,

And will end your fight.

By Serina Hartwell

Author of The Hidden Saga

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