They were all
Calling to me.
The best kind of
Peer pressure.
I caved in.
The water was cold and thick.
I climbed up the slippery rock.
My friend promised to jump with me.
I looked over the edge;
The water beckoned me
And I wasn’t afraid anymore.
All my friends were there:
Some people more friends than others.
Some people had to have people go with them.
But I went alone.
Everyone told me not to look over the edge but
Looking made me want to jump even more.
I walked backwards
Everyone watching.
Then I flung myself off the cliff.
The feeling of falling
Is amazing.
The water glittered
And for three thrilling seconds
I was master of my fate.
I didn’t need him to jump with me;
I didn’t need someone to convince me to jump.
Once I made up my mind, I did it
And nothing could stop me.
Halfway down I changed my mind
Wanted to come back up.
My stomach dropped
But I kept falling.
The water gulped me down.
Bubbles fluttered all around me.
I rose to the surface,
But thrilled.
I’d done it all by myself.
I’d jumped off the cliff.

Published by Amanda Brown

INFP who names inanimate objects, loves to laugh, and is a proud old soul. You can often find her planning out her next crazy project, hugging books, or telling stories about her day that *may* be a little exaggerated.

4 thoughts on “ALONE

  1. The thrill and rush and stomach-droppingness is captured by this poem perfectly! I felt like I was jumping off the cliff with you. However I also love that you could do it alone, that’s where the best courage is made, isn’t it? 😊

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