On The Cliff's Edge Poem by Chris Embrick

I stand at the cliff's edge looking out over the grey Atlantic.
Squall clouds blanket the horizon; the wind unleashing unspent power. The unsettled, restless sea swirling foam and sending waves crashing on the rocky shore.
Moving out to sea, the passing tempest has left behind a tranquil beauty, but the storm in my heart is not so forgiving.
Here I stand in silence, contemplating ending my heart's pain,
the wind stinging, spreading salty tears of unfaithful love against
my fragile heart.
The heartache fresh from love, I could end it all this day.

Oh, vain thoughts, these predators of love, now like hungry gulls
feed upon my melancholy heart.
Like Prometheus bound helpless but by love's despair, I'm defenseless against these marauders descending to give my heart no rest.
The storm inside my heart more dangerous than the one passing.
Behind me, the emerald meadows of Spring drink the last of the storm's tears, the blue skies, the flowers beauty remind me that life goes on.

Like a self-pitying coward, do I follow the raging storm over the high cliff and let this heartache wash out to sea.
Against such thoughts I have little defense, and yet no coward,
I must let time decide the outcome of my soul.
None so dangerous as the days ahead to sail.
As the sun breaks through the clouds behind me and I feel it's warmth, I take one last look at the rocks below.
I'll linger on the path home, take in the Spring's beauty until I've had my fill.
Walking away from the cliff's edge, I'll leave stronger than when I came.
For love, I will not give my soul to death this day.