Turn the Page

I've come to a precipice, 
Looking over it I see, 
I can either fall so far, 
Or fly up and be free. 
I’ve come to a crossroads, 
But the way it is not clear, 
Either way I turn I’m filled, 
With anxiety and fear.
The tidal wave is coming,
Drowning, Crushing, whoosh.
Now the question I must ask,
Do I have the strength to push?
Push myself into another day,
Past fear and pain and rage.
To stand again and find the light,
To turn another page.

~by Tracy Seekins~