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.

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I am a novice writer, I am interested in creating a site to make public my work and see what happens. I hope to inspire and be inspired. I do not have a genre (yet). My goal is to write daily. I wish only to let the wind take me where it wills.

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