my heart pounding in my chest.
Inch by inch I ease my way forward.
The view before me is majestic, filled with open plains
and jagged peaks. Glowing with a green blaze of life.
But this is not what I see.
My gaze is drawn ever downward.
I feel the lure of gravity pulling me forward,
trying to lure me into flight.
Promising me freedom from care and strife.
Promising me an end to pain and loneliness.
A lure I must fight each time I look.
A battle I must win.
For if I lose, if I give in then the war is lost and
Death is the only winner.
So I ease back slowly, drawing myself together.
Once more I have won.
But I know that this is but one battle
and the war goes on.
Not today and maybe not tomorrow,
but one day I will lose the battle and take flight.
And once more Death will win the war.