I wrote this about a week ago and I wanted to share it, I would love feedback. I still think it needs a lot of work and I am looking to improve upon it. Okay, well here it goes...

My Cliff:

I rest my palm along the ground and scoop up a pile of loosened soil. I look at my hand and watch as I let the cool dry dirt trickle through my fingers. I’m sitting on the edge of a cliff. My feet are swinging as they dangle in the soft air. I look over my shoulder at the path that took me here. I can see where it began, the beautiful, perfectly laid out stones, provided an easy and content walk through the forest. I was always curious as to what lay behind those trees that lined the path, but I never dared to stray because of the stories of those who did. As I kept walking, the stones became jagged and uneven. I walked along the path until it became nothing but pebbles lining a clearing that led me to this cliff. I had followed this trail for so long, that the only two options I had seemed to be up or down. I looked over the edge, at the darkness below. There were creatures and dangers underneath eerie fog. But it was quiet, and peaceful. I looked up above at the colorful sky. I saw singing birds and beautiful scenery that took my breath away. I could have jumped and fell to the deep ravine below, or I could have reached out, and took hold of a cloud and climbed until I touched the beauty up above. The more I contemplated these options, the less I wanted to choose. I stood up and faced the openness that lied in front of me. I can choose later, I told myself. And I turned around to look at the forest that I had come through. I was tired of the path. I wanted to know what was behind the trees. I wanted to experience the beauty and dangers of the forest, unafraid. I walked solemnly towards those trees, and I entered them, eager to explore. It’s never too late to turn back.