The Pull

I know how it feels
to walk right up to the edge,
to stand there on the brink
only to turn back again.

It can go on for ages,
this hesitant dance,
propelled one moment,
retreating the next.

But the pull is relentless,
and each time you return,
toes to the line,
you stand a little taller.

Until one day...

Whether you take a triumphant leap
or you tumble over the edge
because your knees buckled in fear
at that last split-second, no matter.

You are one of the precious few
to answer the call of the soul.
Awakened, you will fly;
revel in your one true life.