On The Edge Poem by Chant Gud

It is at night her desperation reaches out,
Allowing her sense of security to rise,
Under the comfort of her bed sheets,
Relieved, a few tears fall from her eyes,

Alone, her fear is already alive,
But denial clouds her innocent mind,
It can't be true, she needs someone,
Though there she stands on her own,

She stands on the edge of a cliff,
Contemplating, yes, no, yes, no,
Watching her eyes strength prevails,
And slowly she walks away,

She hates the way she is a puppet,
Rules controlling her every move,
Someone pulling her strings each day,
Yet she blindly follows afraid to be alone,

It is at night her desperation reaches out,
Allowing her sense of security to rise,
Relieved, a few tears fall from her eyes,
It wasn't real, it was just a dream,

That's what she tells herself anyway.