#0047

My toes are curled over the edge.
Founded on the rock beneath me
I slowly try and raise my courage
As I stare at the pool
Imagining the hysteria;

I'll hit the water and it will bite back
As I surface and grasp at the air
Intaking sharply as I am caught
Somewhere between paralysed numbness
And sore distress.

I stand with agonising indetermination.
Perhaps I'll wade in?
Or dip a toe to test it?
Yet, if I do I fear that a true paralysis
Will overtake me and cause me to turn away-
Turning from the blissful cool
Into the heat that is my current devil.

He beckons me.
Despite my fear
I decide to jump.
A leap of faith.
To numbness, distress, or bliss.
Who can tell? Baited breath until the water hits...