Standing on the edge

‍

The sound of my clothes

like rustling leaves

the wind so strong

blowing through my hair

moving the sea

the smell of salt

in the air

a sense of freedom

‍

As I walk down

the hill

the coastline

as I get closer,

the moment I reach

the edge,

the moment I reach

land's end

I burst into tears:

The beauty of nature

I am here

where the land ends

and I see islands far away

and I am free

‍

One more step

I think

and I fall

I fall down

into the sea

‍

but I am not scared

and I do not feel cold

and I do not feel small or empty

‍

despite all the views that are surrounding me

the rocky coastline

the impressive stone formations

the endless troubled sea

leaning towards a grey, cloudy sky

‍

I feel strong

‍

As if nature is giving me her present

of knowing who I am

of suddenly understanding

that standing on the edge

does not mean all things to end

but to see new beginnings

emerging from the mist.