loose threads

I stood at the edge for so many days
contemplating when to jump, how to jump,
if I should jump at all.
Today I did just that -
jumped, arms outstretched, feet slipping, a scream buried in my throat -
and I am still falling through the shocking air,
I can feel the sea spray on my face; 
I will either find my wings
or shatter my bones on the surface.
Right now, I can’t decide which I’d prefer.

-rjm