Inspired by and written for Simply 6 Minutes – thank you, Christine
Form: Illini Sonnet
The fragility of one breath
Heavy with momentary hope
My feet dangle over the edge
The line between living and death
Existence becomes a steep slope
A narrow path upon a ledge
Keep climbing or drop in free fall
For time is like the climber’s rope
That’s held in place on a thin wedge
Fragility supporting all
On the finest twist of some twine
That shudders with inhale, exhale
The cliff stands as destiny’s hedge
The next breath could succeed or fail
And be the last word of the tale
Time: 6 minutes 40 seconds
Word count: 90
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Jezzie G 