Each Tic Of The Clock

The world is at my feet

But all I feel is it’s weight upon my shoulders.

How do I trust the plunge

When I’m leaping in the dark?

Desperately grasping to anything within reach

Time is slipping through my fingers.

Each tic of the clock

Is another nudge to the cliff’s edge.

The fall is inevitable

I will descend through the unknown abyss.

So much fear and uncertainty

In the risk of a leap of faith.

Share this Story

Everyone has a Story to Tell Register now to Write Your Story

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *