Pause a moment on the ledge –
Shiny shoes glittering in half-light
As you test the cliff’s edge;
Sand and pebble break free,
Slipping away from hard ground
To test their fate amid foamy waves.
You were made for this,
You were made for conquering.
Your sparkly runners scuff the ground,
Ready to take off, to leave the dirt behind.
The child in you cannot wait
For adult fears to fade
But somewhere out there beyond the mist,
Someone else is waiting too –
Breath held tight, knuckles white,
Wondering if she’ll do it:
Will she run this time?
~ Ilana Reimer