Halfway

There I'd stood
high on the cliff
the sun beating down
warming
comforting.
Feeling accomplished
at peace.

But then I lost my
footing.
A rock or twig
or some other
obstacle,

perhaps myself,

tripped me
and now I'm slipping
stumbling
grasping for something
anything
to catch me
before I fall

again.

I sit
halfway up
halfway down
tears threaten to fall
as my eyes raise.

Frightened,

alone
trapped in the middle
too exhausted to climb
one way or the
other.
Unable to move.

Dreams of falling
nightmares of rising
bubble to the surface.

A smile joins the tears
rain joins the shining sun
peace mingles with fear
as I sit
halfway up
halfway down

halfway me.