Sonnet: Standing on the Edge

This is what I want; Standing on the edge

Not a dare, not a challenge, not a lark

Arms akimbo, memories I will dredge,

I will face the vast unknown, light or dark.

Somehow, you have wasted away my time

And I, in allowing it, hold little;

I perceive that I walk always sublime

While inside I am nothing but brittle.

But, if alone I go along my way

Nothing can interrupt, nor interfere

My days will be what I thus do so lay

And my nights I will cherish and hold dear.

Chest thrust out, head looking up to the sky

I take  many steps so that I can fly.