I stand at the edge,
With my toes just tipping over.
The grass tickles my bare foot,
Leaving me breathless in the wind.

My body begins to lean,
Close and closer to falling,
My heart dances in my chest,
The tips of my fingers grow cold.

There’s no catalyst, no push,
It’s feels as though I fell softly,
Into the gentleness of a cloud.
Without the pain, I feel numb.

I descend, watching the light fade,
Time treads by, ticking away,
I feel no fear as the darkness
Embraces me softly and tenderly.

As the last of the light blinks away,
I reach an arm out, fingers grabbing.
The silence around me only intensifies
The numbness, the emptiness.

I feel nothing, I am nothing.
I hit the water as a feather against snow.
The deep blue surrounds me,
Removing my senses completely.

All I do is float,
From each day to the next,
Numb and empty, laden heavy
Like a submerged boat.

At times, I see a light,
Shimmering like the sun against navy.
I open my mouth, to call out,
Only to be silenced by a rush of water.

I feel nothing. I am nothing.
I have no voice, no sight.
I can only float helplessly,
Alone and numb in my dark depths