One evening, when I was 14 or so, I climbed out on my windowsill and looked around, 8 floors up, over concrete. I wrote this when I climbed back in.
I am feeling much better now.
Have you ever?
copyright by Peter Flom
Have you ever been out on a ledge, looking down?
Have you ever felt fear and hate all around?
Have you ever seen warfare inside your own soul?
Have you ever known that you’d never be whole?
And yet for some reason you crawl on back in
Like Hamlet from Shakespeare, but which is the sin?
To jump, fall and die, and thus to be free
Or to be a coward, like Hamlet and me?