Standing at the edge of bliss
Hanging in the thickest mist
Infinity dropping out below
And in the distance sits our goal
Mocking from the other side
Fear between us and our prize
If we fall, we may not rise
Who can know if we can fly?
Some of us just wait and see
Something will happen, hopefully
“Possibly, they’ll build a bridge”
“I’ll learn a trick to conquer this”
But others seem to know the deal
They see their goal and know it’s real
Without a pause. Without a break.
They step right out and stand on faith
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Rahsheen Porter is a musician, social media and new media enthusiast, health & fitness coach, consultant, early adopter, and father.
This poem is a part of Soul Portrait Magazine’s “30 Days of Poetry” to celebrate National Poetry Month. If you’d like to participate, please submit a poem.
