Off The Cliff

Jun 10, 2021 by Kyomi O'Connor
 
                                                           Photo by Shutterstock

 

a long time ago

in her native terrain

 

unknown poet 

called herself

“Forlorn at the Cliff”

 

envisioned

her body

lobbed off

the precipice

falling deep

into the valley

 

a long
 

slow motion

 

of the passage

 

to the never seen

bottom

not to see
her own calling

 

one day

the body indeed

tossed off the bluff

to surrender

 

yet gathered

by the feather

of the light

 

in the blindness

not to see

her own calling

 

in the end

the courage

garnered

to depart from

the thorny darkness

 

placed a step

into a journey

 

a story of

truly casting

off the cliff

unfolded

 

to find

the world

 

that was
 

ME