an edge

that tiniest piece,
                that pushes people off the edge,
i'm seeing it,
                form with me on the ledge.

you could say,
                 i'm frightened, nonetheless,
but i'm not afraid to,
                 stand out and confess.

so if you wind up,
                 passing me on the street,
give me a push,
                 see if I stand on my feet.

© 2010 The Still Air