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A Note: The Fall
I feel as though I stand atop a precipice. One choice will send me tumbling down in one direction while a different choice could send me over the opposite edge. I’m unsure of which way to fall so I remain still. In doing so I do my best to remain balanced in spite of the pressure to choose a side. Remaining balanced is tough, maintaining that position is stressful and each day it grows harder.
As time goes on, worry and doubt set in. I begin to wonder if I've waited too long. I begin to choose and unintentionally I almost fall over an edge before I find myself wrenched back upright by fear. I fear the consequences of that choice; I fear what uttering those words could do. Yet this wait strains me. As I wait hope wells up in my chest. But that hope scares me, the larger it grows the further I may fall.
One day I know I'll no longer be able to hold my position and on that day I will throw caution into the wind and take my fall. It will be someday soon.