On Edge

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March 2002 Poetry

When I was on edge,

and ready to fall.

You held me back,

with your love,

and saved me,

from myself.

While on edge,

I didn’t care,

for life.

Just death,

wanting to die,

and be set free.

Fall over the edge,

and just let go.

But you wrapped your love around me,

from afar.

And now,

I’m distant from,

the edge.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 3-17-02.

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