The Edge

I sit on the edge of anxiety

But it finds no foothold today

Small voices attempt to regain their strongholds

But they are made silent

One screams “ARE YOU CERTAIN?!”

I reply, quiet and firm

“Yes, you are complete, therefore return to where you came, and be heard no more.”

I am lifted

My feet do not touch earth

I am air

All burdens are buried

And I am one with the wind

I only hold that which I desire

And that which makes me whole.