she remains suspended in thought;
the question is,
should she stick with a winter she knows,
or risk it all to find fabled spring?
Terror freezes her to the spot.
But what is faith, if not falling?
And what is trust, if not taking a tumble?
Perhaps precipice predates promise;
maybe reward is a result of release.
Does she have what it takes?
She’s hanging on,
“Fabled spring”–that’s a good one. I say, go for it–leap!!
That seems to be the general consensus… in the end, the decision was out of her hands, because the entire icicle took the plunge. 🙂
I can relate to this one. So moving!
Thank you! 🙂
Yes, leap! It has great reward!
Go, little drip, go! 🙂 Thanks, Donna….
Let’s take the leap into spring!
I like the sound of that! I’m in!
It’s like you’re the narrator of my life, I swear.
Some experiences seem to be common to us all… Thanks for dropping by! 🙂
I loved this so much, and the longing to leap even if I need a little nudge! God bless you!
There are times when I need a downright push, so your nudge is pretty okay! 🙂
This poem makes me think of that song by Reba about “is there life out there?” which is one of my favorite songs.
Good connection – I wasn’t thinking of that song, but it sure fits, doesn’t it?