Evelyn Klebert

I’m sure there is a turn I missed
a door I failed to open,
a whisper that never stopped my pace,
to pause and re-evaluate.
I’m sure there was a nuance,
a soft, gentle warning
that I failed to heed
that might have stalled my ascent.
My ascent to this peculiar precipice.
the one I face now,
peering downward
not too delicately
perched at its edge.
Perhaps I should have slowed my pace,
And then,
I should have stopped and listened,
but then again
I am here now,
in this dangerous place,
perhaps only caught by inevitability.
So now this time
I’ll stop,
and make my peace,
and make the very best
of whatever the moment brings.

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