Jaded Eyes

Jaded eyes and tangled fears,
the edge was near. I saw the
balancing act faltering below
my feet.

The sand seeped through
the egg timer. It fell
and crashed
down.

The frosted edges had melted,
and the final piece of sand had
fallen into my hands.

It was my time to soar.

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