Edgeway Grasping Poem by Meli Secret

Standing together we see it. I know we do.
Such a long way down. Then the push.
Slight nudge, a halfhearted hand hold.
False security, why cling to such?
It's a long way down...

You beckon me closer yet to the drop.
The view you claim is beyond compare. I must see it.
A slight tremor in your hand. I see the rocks crumbling.
I want to trust this hand, so strong.
Such a long drop...

'Stand at the edge, I'll hold you.'
This one knows that to refuse is to leap.
I take your hand.
I close my eyes and in the darkness, the wind the echo...
Fall or fly - all the same to me.