The Beginning of the Rest of My Life

Blindfolded

Stranded

Terrified.

I drop to all fours.

It's cold here.

No shoes.

I feel the ground in front of me.

I crawl slowly, carefully forward.

The gravel scrapes my knees.

They're bleeding now.

I HAVE to keep crawling,

but I've no idea why.

I can only hope

that whatever comes next...

be better than this.

Now I'm sobbing.

Soaking my blindfold.

My hand feels no ground

in front of me, now.

I've reached the edge.

Whatever the edge is.

I feel down its face:

At least two feet down.

Just two feet? Or twenty?

I've no idea.

Do I hear water? An ocean?

Perhaps...

Or maybe it's just ...traffic?

I don't know where I am.

Realization.

It hits.

Hard.

I feel

Distressed

Cold

Scared.

But I NEED to move

forward.

So forward I'll go.

I stand up.

Right on the edge.

My toes grip

the cliff.

My heart accelerates.

My forehead throbs.

Something is racing

below my heart

inside my chest.

Is it dark?

I think it must be...

This sort of thing only ever happens at night.

I stand up straight.

One's got to

in a moment like this.

A silent prayer.

My foot goes forward,

And down I go.