Horizon

by me: Wendy M. Z

Here I stand

alone

again

at the edge of a cliff

staring down into

the abyss.

Thinking back

choices

bad?

Back track

No. Too late.

Tracks are covered

thick with dust

gates are rusted

shut.

I can only look

down now

into that sweet abyss

or ahead

into the horizon

of burning bliss.