The Edge of Life
By: Breanna Trimble
As I look down from my perch on top of a mountain edge, I start thinking about all my life and what would happen next. When I was a little girl I was fearless, I would be closer to the ledge. As I got older I kept scooting back away from the ledge at a pace as slow as the seconds ticking in a clock. Now I am older and wiser, I completely change and start walking back towards my friend the ledge, edge, and cliff. I am sure of one thing in this world and that is, don't let life scare you. When I'm running towards the crack of earth, I see my childhood, teenage-ness, and my non-existent adulthood. Yes, I am dangling above the water below, being held up held up by a rocky bay. I am ready for a new transition. Time to grow up into an adult. Time to scoot back again into the safe of solid ground. Time to move away from the edge, my ledge, and my friend. I will be back, after my life's expiration date has almost come. I will be back to run and jump into the water one hundred miles down. For now I will walk back away, but I will come home to my edge, my ledge, my friend.