On the Edge
Mother says I was
born on the edge of death.
Her frantic voice
and shaking hands
not knowing how to do anything
as I struggled
to take my first breath.
Father says I have always
lived on the edge of night.
The last to wake up
and the last to go to sleep,
thriving in the space
where the world quiets
and stars offer a mysterious glow.
Sister says I
act on the edge of belief.
Faith can only take me so far
until the next step is unknown.
Once there,
I choose never to turn back
and, instead, enter uncertainty.
Friend says I
love on the edge of pain.
My heart is an offering
for everyone.
For anyone.
The chance to love and be understood
is worth the heartcracks to be filled.
Each edge is a balance
I choose to take up each day
until I have none left.
I want to
die on the edge of tomorrow,
always having lived my life
today.
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