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Here I sit on the edge of an abyss,

staring into the pitch black chasm.

Wondering, if I plunged into its

infinite depths what I would find

myself thinking of as I fell.

Would I regret jumping and wish

I could somehow take it back?

Would jumping or being pushed

make a difference in the end?

If the fall were long enough would

I get past those immediate thoughts

of all my loved ones and family?

How long until my regret makes itself

known, arriving with guilt aboard its back.

Perhaps, the true reveal of where my

faith makes its home will surprise me.

Maybe the terror would prove to be too

much for my heart, and it would put

us both out of our miserable terror.

Now as I rise and begin the trek home,

I still wonder what my last whimpering

thought would prove to be.