I am scared.
I stand on the edge of the precipice and look down at the foaming, frothing sea.
I want to jump and spread out my wings and soar.
Yet, I am terrified.
What if I crash and burn?
What if I fall on the jutting, jagged rocks that lie below?
What if I stay where I am and wilt and wither?
What if I become a petrified statue of ‘I wish I should have’?