On this 11,000 foot mountain edge I stand teetering,
Ready to plunge, on the board of snow a trembling.
A balance in mind, as life seems a-needing.
My heart pounding fast, difficult to breathe in the crisp air,
Oh, panoramic location, does your elevation truly fare!
Is this a drop I desire, this double black diamond slope?
Or a plunge I must dare, toward an adulthood’s hope?
A fall may be waiting, perhaps a wipe-out would meet.
Journeying through life, that trial isn’t a treat.
The chances are better, to gracefully glide through powder, deep.
A wonderful journey in dormancy; oh, wistful sleep!
But what if I catch that relentless edge?
Oh, life’s obstacles, why you constantly pledge!
I yearn to scream in terror, snowboard tilting backward,
To the mountain’s easy side, a descent homeward.
A cushion for body, a comfort for mind,
Don’t you yearn to rewind the time, and be a child, kind?
Back to the deep snow, forming angels with no care.
Yet, life isn’t comfort, it’s a tug of rope, here and there.
Ropes are tight, teetering on this edge,
Loosen the grasp, down the slope I pledge.
Why, oh why, does life have to be so?