On The Brink Poem by Lonnie Hicks

On The Brink

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There may be some iron reason
some beastly words
which will hover above
and unconfound my mind
cleanse away uncertainty
allow me the peace of a predictable tomorrow.

I am hungry for that peace
and terrified chaos is my inevitable destiny.

Some days I feel the slippery slide beneath me
balanced only by blinding faith
rescued at times by the kiss from you;
other times lashed to hopes and plans
I stagger through
ignorant, not sure, full of guarded faith
pregnant with determinations, a pocketful
of supports and dreams
wild resentments and hidden desires.

I make my x on the generational line
signed, marked, assessed, tested
and surveyed.

All me and not me

All here and not here

All formed and becoming
sure and uncertain
needful and independent
smarter than my seniors
lacking in experience
I am perpetually on the brink
a mind unreeled
here, not here and gone.

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