I walk along serrated edge
Just beyond the tumult’s grasp
Not retreating, no
Nor taking up the task
Of hushing life’s cruel whispers
Caught between my courage
And despair
A darkness near enveloping

So stop
Take stock
Find firm footing
And there turn
Full face
Into all that comes
Lick the salt
Upon my lips
And savour
All strange beauty
In the bitterness