I look down from atop the chasm

My heart begins to beat and spasm

I feel that soon I might slip

I might lose my grip

I teeter on the edge so tall

There is nothing at the bottom to break my fall

I take a step back from the ravine

I find the view is quite serene 

Maybe the chasm is not so deep

I was so silly to worry and weep

I sit sinking in a tiny boat 

With nothing left to keep it afloat

Will I sink or will I swim

My options are starting to look slim

I find the water is warm and inviting

There was nothing about it that now seemed frightening

Why cling to the little boat when it will no longer float

I shouldn’t let little things drag me down by the coat

I am a leaf clinging to a tree in the wind

The storm forces me to bow and bend

At any moment I could let go

I could go spiraling to the ground below

I wish the winds were light and breezy

So I could land on the grass soft and easy

Nothing comes without struggle or strife

That is just a part of life

I must determine what trees are worth holding on for

Let go of what isn’t important and appreciate what is all the more

All I need is to 

step back

Swim 

And Let go