Options.

vi. Raised high above the water,
I stand on a bridge.
I lean over the rail and look down,
Wondering what it would feel like
To fall all the way down.
Hesitantly, I step over the railing.
I take one look back at me,
At the people walking by—
Why don’t they tell me to stop?—
And jump.

How nice it feels
To finally be
Soaring through the sky,
With nothing
And no one
Holding me back.
There’s no going back
For me now;
This is it,
I’m free.