Mangled and jangled,
his nerves were on edge.
Looking straight down, 
from a thousand foot ledge.
He feared getting dizzy,
falling out of the sky.
Unless this was a dream,
in which he could fly.
He took a step forward,
he quickly fell back.
He found himself wishing,
he was off of the crack.
He wasn't a coward,
he was deathly afraid.
Was this the result,
of bad decisions he'd made.
He couldn't climb up,
he couldn't climb down.
Here he was paralysed,
1000 feet above ground.
He worked up his courage,
he said a quick prayer.
He took two steps forward,
he jumped into the air.
Arms spread like wings,
he soared into the sky.
He no longer doubted,
he knew God's reply.
The heavens were vast, 
so stunnigly blue.
 flapping his angels wings,
into the sonrise he flew.
D.L. Crockett -- 11/25/22