Dear Reader,

We are back with the second installment of Multicollaboration of a poem with the WordPress bloggers.

This poem highlights the internal dual of oneself in taking the leap of faith. Will the person jump over the fear of failures to discover his true self?

Read now to find out.

The poets have been mentioned with their verses and their blog links.

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Me:
…Standing at the edge of the cliff
I felt the calm breeze
that caressed my face
that wished to fill me in with a new breath
that pushed me to take a leap of faith
Towards a new life
Towards a new belief…
(Roy & Dee Kay)

My soul:
Will the breeze raise me up
Into blue skies and warm light
or will I fall onto jagged rocks below
the shattering disappointment
that comes with failure.
I will not step back from the edge.
I will take my chances of the wings of fortune
whether it takes me upwards or lets me fall
to step back from this cliff
would be the greatest failure of all

(talesfromthemindofkristian)

Me:
A calling from the depth

my soul responds Yes
Yes to the unknown
Yes to freedom alone
I am done with all my “what if ”
the doubts I used to breathe
I’ll move knowing the risk
A revenge to  all those thieves
who made me believe in lies
today I am a butterfly. 
(Antsafanou)

My Soul:
For I no longer hold on to past things
And cry over my emptiness and solitary
I am learning to let go pain with this breeze
I am learning to fear nothing
For things will always fall into place sooner or later
I look at the stars gazing at me
Streetlight bestows shine
I see a way ahead
A ray of hope
The fear of falling no longer frightens me
Because a moment with myself at this edge told me
That I am way stronger than I think I can be.
(Little Leeway)

Me:
Because all my life,
I have lived a lie.
With feelings of loneliness,
Scarring me to the fullest.
The best friend of mine was the failure,
Which discouraged me from being as blank as a paper.
I am never going to look back,
At everything that left me black.
Now is my chance,
To let the beauty inside of me enhance.
I will fly from this cliff,
To become a character stiff.
Look at me at my turning point,
No more will I see the word disappoint.
I am on my flee,
To see the new me.
( Penfila )


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