The Parapet

 

Life is not happenstance

There are always choices

Thought they’re not always at odds

And sometimes neither’s ideal

Playing tricks on the mind

Indecision stands on the brink

Between staying or going

Taking the leap of faith

Or staying firmly planted

Fear keeps the teeter totter swing

Decisiveness says

Get off the ride

Jump at the opportunity 

Or turn sharply away

No thoughts of could’ve been

The parapet draws

a line in the sand

Calling, almost daring 

That first tightrope step

If only you open the door

Inside Looking Out

The sun shines down 

Spreading spirals of shadow

As we nestle close together

Warm and safe.

Safety in numbers,

Yet we wait for the moment of adventure,

The climb and wing spread,

The exhilaration of freedom

Only found in the air.

Here we wait instead

In resting anticipation

For the door to open,

The message wrapped tight,

The author ties a story

To our feet.