Swaying At The Edge

By Sanmitha Sree V

She's right there,

swaying at the edge,

thinking of the leap.

Just a little nudge,

just a step forward

is all she thinks—

jumping off that cliff,

streaming down the walls.

Would she ever feel so

free and unbound?

Oh, they'd call her weak

for even straying to the edge.

How could she even wonder

about falling down?

Yet only a few truly know

The beauty of letting her leap

and go beyond that eyelid.

Only some let a tear slip and cry.

By Sanmitha Sree V