I stand here at the edge
not knowing
what the air below
will bring
one part of me saying, “fly,
let your wings expand
and immerse yourself
in the mystery of this flight”
which fights
with the part of me
that bares all the scars
the pain and past attempts
of tasting love,
if not at least for a moment,
so sweet, so dear,
so fragile and yet sometimes
so devastatingly cruel

and I am scared
scared that we are just filling a hole
and it’s only the moments
as they arrive
day by day,
breath by breath
wind by furious wind
that shall reveal
if the emptiness is real