The Diving Board
I stand over the edge of the diving boardwith legs supported by nothing but shaky knees,
and toes desperate to curl over the lip of the platform
I stand over the edge of the diving board
completely aware there are only two options
I can surrender back to the alluring latter of comfort,
or I can step forward and take the damn leap
I stand over the edge of the diving board
with a rage so fiery,
yet a fear so immobilizing
I stand over the edge of the fucking diving board
because I am tired of faking the fall
I want to feel the fall wrap me in her arms,
and finally whisper to me, "You're free."