Willy-Nilly

Photo by Austin Neill on Unsplash



I am the one who perches precariously on the edges of life.

Always second-guessing. Always keeping my options open. Always with some escape hatch in the back of my mind.

Just in case.

And you? You're the one who comes along and pushes me off the edge.

You're the one who trusts my instincts, even when I'm in the midst of explaining that I really can't swim.

A firm shove in the small of my back.

A terrifying rush of empty space.

And suddenly, there I am, in too deep...and swimming.

And, as my head breaks the surface and I realize that I haven't drowned, I look up, catch the twinkle in your eye, and laugh.





Written in response to this prompt.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Waiting

Chatterbox: Wayfarers