March On

I stood at the edge,

hardly daring to look,

or breathe.

Falling backwards into fear itself

was not an impossible fate,

yet I was spared from plummeting

into dark's welcoming embrace.

A step forward took me away

from certain failure.

One foot in front

of the other.

  step

      step

          step

All my efforts

to not fail...

I've tried so hard

to make you proud.

I will march on,

through these valleys which

surround me,

until finally I will reach

a place where there are

no cliffs.