Jump

I stand on the edge,
Peering into the cavern of greatness.
I want to jump;
To be swallowed whole by purpose,
To be cradled by the velvety arms of contentment.

But like a weed tangled around my ankles,
Fear holds on to me and won’t let me go.
Fear wraps around me so tightly that I can’t take in even

one.

little.

breath.

Fear whispers: you.aren’t.goodenough.
(and you never will be.)

But I will fight it. (And I will win.)
I sing loud enough to drown out fear.
I chant my hopes, my dreams, my prayers.
And although it seems as if I am shouting into big, dark nothingness…
I know, I know, that it is out there somewhere.
And that beyond what I can see with my strained eyes,
There is more. Yes, there is more.

I can hear the rush of excitement,
The sighs of the content.
And they call to my soul.
They cry out to my passion
And remind me that I am stronger than fear.

And so I hold my breath
and clench my fists
and…

I jump.