At the End of All Things

We take a step, here,
at the end of all things,
over the precipice of the past.
Brittle pebbles break from the
shattered foundations of
what came before.
Dust and grit cascade over the cliff’s edge;
the foot hovers,
aware of the void beneath.

The torrential breath of change
buffets from behind,
pushing to cast us
forward in a leap of faith,
and hope for the future;
though, we are tempered by trepidation
because what could occur
other than free-fall?
How could we take what has happened, and
believe anything could come next
when our eyes see only the
abyss of the unknown.

But we take a step, here,
at the end of all things,
onto the supporting hands of
those who came before.
Risen from the void, they carry us,
as we hold their legacy within.
We find solidity, and take another step
into the beginning of
what will be.

by Erik Shinker

6 thoughts on “At the End of All Things

  1. This is my new favorite poem of yours.

    Funny thing; I’d nearly decided to wait to read this until I felt a bit better than I do today, just in case it matched my mood a little too well. SO glad I took the chance. Thank you for turning up the lights. =-)

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