Cliffs fascinate me as I look down.
Unable to focus my gaze on the sky,
begin to feel dizzy and quite brave.
Wonder what it would be like to
say,”One, Two, Three, and Jump?”
Would it frighten me or free me?
That’s the thing about cliff-jumping
in my mind versus in reality of life.
There is no way to tell the outcome.
When I was younger, I’d try it with
pills, booze, depressing mood music.
But I always failed at the final jump.
Now, I no longer go cliff-jumping.
Too much to live for now as I feel
much differently about cliffs and
© Susan Langer To see the complete poem click on my name.
Flash Fiction/104 (had to cut two stanzas to get to this number)
20 NOVEMBER 2015
PUBLISHED NOVEMBER 25, 2015 BY ROCHELLEWISOFF