a choice never made

What do you reckon I should keep,

my pride or my dignity? 

Should I let the mother weep,

each tear to hold eternity?

I could also lose both,

and I’m patient; 

I’d wait and see how I cope 

and with slow gait,

staggering,

and gaze straight,

focusing,

I’d tether, jump and detach the rope.

There’s an abyss underneath my feet. 

I feel it tremble,

I hear it call. 

There’s the sky,

there’s the abyss,

there’s the decision,

and then the fall.