I am dying to live!
Aching for a life beyond the womb.
Caring little for a life
beyond the tomb,
this existance full enough,
once at a time.
So, for now,
At the edge of this storm blasted sea cliff,
I stand,facing the wind, nude in storm.
Icy rain bites, pricks the numb soul.
Someday I will abandon this presipise
not by drifting backwards,
but by flying forward.
I might not die, smashed on the rocks below,
forever,
but launch upward and be beyond death