Feet curl over the edge of the cliff,
close to flying
ready to soar,
heart of a drum.
Anticipation brews in my sinking stomach.
Time is a flutter:
the future is impending.
Success is sickly sweet
but love is my greatest accomplishment
The rest will come.
The fog will clear and I will soon see
the bottom, ready.
Fingers and toes tingle with adrenaline
Stomach flipping, fear released.
Eyes sewn shut by apprehension – open.
Alive with freedom and choices.
I fly into the sun,
free to venture wherever
the wind may take me.