Deep End

I'm standing at Deep End.

I didn't see it coming, but now that I'm here I have but two choices;

go back or go over.

The dread I arrived with has yet to flee

and I find my pansy feet too frightened to move.

My heart is baited on a chain

the metal enters through my back

and holds my chest in its cold fingers.

I know that if I make this step then my heart will not go with me;

it will dangle over the side hoping for me,

wanting nothing more than to see me climb up again.

But still I go over.

Is it jumping or falling?

well, I supposed that's all in the landing.

Goodbye, my Breath.

If I feel you again it shall be at the bottom.

If not then because of the bottom.

I unroot my feet,

spread my arms,

and welcome the panic wind.