Perch

On the edge

Leap

From the ledge

Cold stone

Beneath your toes

All that is left

Behind

Your friends

And foes

Just to feel one second

Of free

Where only gravity

Determines life,

Though for a precious fee

Citrus light, warming

Your face like soft,

Buttery lace

That you cannot

Afford

Just like,

Far below, that

Silver Ford

And the wind whips your

Plain hair

And you lift

Your face 

Up to the suffocating clouds,

Hoping someone

Out there

Would care

But look around at this

Big, wide world

All of its beauty

Before you, graciously

Unfurled

Everything deserves

A second chance,

Keep walking,

Wide awake

And without a trance 

And you tip

Your head back

Never thinking

Of all the things

You lack

And the wind

Whips your

Beautiful hair

And you lift

Your face up to

The just as beautiful sky,

Knowing someone

Out there

Cares