by Nick Gisburne
She finds the perfect centre of the wall
The keystone of her courage, worn and grey
The ocean, far below, won’t break the fall
Perhaps the waves will wash her pain away
Confusing as her life has now become
She hesitates to jump, to seek its end
This place, the wall, the centre, leaves her numb
The symmetry, the focus, is her friend
The burdens of her mind mean nothing here
The glory of the ocean makes them small
The world has always magnified her fear
But now she does not see its face at all
And yet, beyond the centre of her mind
Such peace may be impossible to find
