She stands near the precipice
Toes to the edge
Looking out on the landscape
Of her life
She is not faced with the crossroads
At the crossroads you can see down the path
For a little ways at least
To move forward she simply has to jump
She may fly, soaring higher than she ever imagine
She may flounder, struggling to stay up
She may fall, the weight of it all
Baring too much on her soul
Nothing will happen if she stays and
Those she loves will move on
She cannot see the bottom
She knows she needs to trust herself
She knows she can fly
She inches closer to the chasm, terrified
She just needs some courage
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