I Find Myself
I find myself on the edge of a precipice,
Standing on the edge of an open doorway,
I look back on my past:
Experiences, friends, doubts, insecurities, comfort.
I find myself forward into the unknown,
New faces, though friendly approach me.
As the light behind me darkens
And the darkness in front grows light.
I find myself pushed through the doorway,
Over the precipice, away from certainty
Yet I do not fear or dawdle,
I find myself eager.
This is a poem done by an IRL friend of mine, and I think I ought to share it. It’s quite good.
Anyway, he writes a bit, and he uses it somewhat as a journal, but you just might find something brilliant there.