Despondency

She stands on the edge with arms outstretched,
the wind racing against her skin.
She wants to feel, she dares for change
as the numbness has already set in.
Fixed on this precipice
she searches for some response.
Fear, anxiety, uncertainty--
anything but lost.
With precarious paralysis
she'll watch the waves swallow stone.
The vulnerability of her existence
resting in her hands alone.
Her goal is not to escape this world,
but apathy just for a moment.
For on the edge of life itself,
she is the only one who can control it.
Because looking over the oceans depths
she can feel despite her despondency.
Allowing her to continue living
in this broken reality.