I narrow my eyes focusing on the horizon. There are so many fulfilled dreams and desires, just laying there.

I allow my eyelids to fall shut. Wind sweeps my hair into my face, as it howls with a broken cry. I am not there yet, but I will be.

Despite the looming gray clouds and the harrowing feeling in my chest, hopeful sun rays break through the sky, beaconing me to take

another step.

Though what lies in front of me is the edge of a cliff and a thousand feet below.

My toes are inches away from the edge, inches away from death.

I take a step back, dizziness causing my head to spin, nausea roiling inside of me.

Between me and my dreams is the cliff of heartache, an ocean grief and sorrow, a valley of the past, and the mountain of healing.

If I take another step I will fall, and I I have never been one for heights.

If I stay here I will never reach what I have longed for

for my entire life.

With no other choice left

I

take

a step forward.