On occasion, I do get something right

So this is a poem that I wrote in the spirit of our Literary Magazine contest for the word "Fall".

(Our Lit Mag club does a contest every other month or so where the editors choose a word and basically, the contest entries made up most of last year's lit mag. Most of my disreality series on fictionpress.com is made up of entries from last year too.)

So... because I can't compete, here would be my entry. What I was seeing in my mind was someone standing on the edge of a cliff, thinking that their life is at a standstill and wishing it over and deciding to take that leap. But as they fall, they morph into an eagle. Corny, I know... but that's what I saw.

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The Wide Unknown

This is the end,
This is where it stops,
This is where I take the leap
Into the wide unknown.

This is the end.
This is the crossing
This is where the road drops
Into the wide unknown.

This is a step
This is a return glance
This is a look over the edge
Into the wide unknown.

This is the darkness
This is when I gasp
This is where I fall
Into the wide unknown

This is the freefall
This is the feeling
This is when I open my eyes
Into the wide unknown

This is the pain
This is what I know
This is an entrance
Into the wide unknown

This is strange
This is unexpected
This is not the right falling
Into the wide unknown

This is a transformation
This is a wing
This is a flight
Into the wide unknown

This is my rebirth
This is my redemption
This is my first step
Into the wide unknown