By the cliff

The hands holding on the cusps
The edge of a steep rock face
I looked down nervously
Saw my body fall
Fifty feet below into the foaming falls
Crushed by sharp rocks
Drowned by rushing waters
The other I held on
Lighter, devoid of ramblings,
Railings of human existence,
I felt it, something told me
I could fly, be one
With the clouds
The elements of my new existence
But I held on.