Parachute

She stood at the edge of that cliff, watching the restless waves of the dark ocean water. They reminded her of her inner self. How her emotions were in complete chaos. Crashing at the edge, rising, washing away the walls that she so exhaustively worked to build. Every time they hit, she could see more and more cracks appear. She knew there was nothing she could do to repair them. Eventually, the walls would shatter and everything would come crashing down.

But she looked out into the horizon, and there, she saw it. A light, so bright, so beautiful and warm. From it, she heard a voice. It told her, “Jump.” She cringed at the thought. Surely she’d fall to her demise. She took a step back and shook her head. “Jump,” it said again. That voice was so hypnotizing. She wanted to listen to it, but she didn’t want to fall. “Jump. I will catch you.” It told her.

“I...can’t.” She covered her face with her hands. “I’m scared of falling.”

“Jump.” It repeated.

“How do I know you’re not lying to me? That you’re tricking me?” She asked worriedly.

“You don’t. You have to trust.”

She looked back down at the bottom. The walls were starting to crumble. The cliff would come down soon and take her with it. She looked back out to the light. It was so pretty. She wanted it, it made her feel good. If she could just reach out far enough. She edged closer. “But what if I fall? I have no parachute. I would die.”

“I will catch you. It’ll be worth the risk.” The light spoke.

Once more, she looked at the turbulent waters. They had almost washed away everything now, she would either fall with the cliff, or hope the light caught her and not let her perish. She took a couple steps back and looked out to the light. “Please, don’t let me fall. I’m afraid.”

Then she ran and jumped right as the voice replied, “Never, I will always catch you.”


***I know this is a random piece, but it's been sitting in my documents for a while now. felt like sharing. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
-B