Standing on the Precipice

I am standing on the precipice and looking over;

Beckoned by all that lies ahead,

Tethered by all that came before.

Shall I take the next step in faith

and test the mortal boundary?

Or stand in place, in comfort, in fear.

What force inspires the passion to LIVE?

What light inspires the passion to SHINE?

I am standing on the precipice and looking over;

Beckoned by all that lies ahead,

Releasing all that came before.

I take the next step in faith

and wonder.

Will it be my last 

Or is it to be my first?