Anita Craig

Safer to stand on the edge,
look down and feel giddy

I’m afraid, of heights,
of falling over

Toes gripping the cold rock
in fear and dread

On the edge of
wild panic

I send my body over
falling through the air

Breathing stops
Not knowing what –

Feet first, I hit water
move down, deeper

Dark water
Dark thoughts

I need air,
to surface

A blue sky, the sun
My lips crack into a broad grin.

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