The Cliff: a familiar place.

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The edge of a cliff is a familiar place to me. I’ve been pushed off of it one too many times. But no matter how many times I get pushed, I still hang on for dear life. I continue to tighten my grip until I bleed and bruise. I hang on because I hope that some day; somehow, someone will take my hand and pull me back up to the surface.

I recently just found myself hanging on my familiar place again. But I want to do something different this time.

I’m letting go and just fall.

Perhaps somebody is just waiting to catch me in mid-air. It is a gamble but I've risked my heart before... why not risk it again? A good thing might come out of it this time... hopefully.