That moment when you realise that you’ve somehow managed to step off the edge. Again. And now you’re stuck, clinging and barely holding on. Just beyond, the sirens sing – beckoning, urging. Above and below; two parties of warring suggestions.
And you wonder, if it’s all right to let go and drop to the unknown or if it’s safer to claw your way back up.
One voice, soothing and calming. Singing of adventures unknown.
The other, firm and rational. Sharing lore from experiences past.
Your thoughts darts back and forth, a previously forgotten pulse races. One moment clinging, the next, fighting. And truth is, you’re torn.
Because you know deep inside that whichever happens, you’ll say it is okay. That you made the right choice. That it’s for the best. Yet, you’ll know – in that one shadow of your mind, the other voice remains. Reminding, wondering, encouraging. And you know you’d secretly wished you had picked the other.
Risk the climb, or let go and fall.
Dear heart, what says you?