The Edge

• Sian Cocchiara, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2011

Shadows calling my name, I feel them watching, probing.
My mind a web of lies,done with hoping.
I'm drowning in this feeling of sorrow and of dread, I'm standing on a cliff two inches from the edge.
I wake up from the nightmare, I know there's something there.
I don't know which way to go,I quickly turn my head.
I'm looking out my window, staring at the rain, like tear drops falling down,
The sign of healing pain.
The tears streak down its face, leaving trickles of memories.
The window is so fragile, each crack a different story.
For the first time, the rain is a truly ugly sight, then suddenly the last tear falls, as if everything is alright.
The clouds clear as memories recede, the stars shining through.
The window's cracks start to heal and it will start new.
My reflection stares back at me, the girl with the broken heart.
She smiles and slowly realises the second chapter is about to start.
I have woken from my nightmare of sorrow and of dread.
I'm awake to the reality that I'm nowhere near the edge.