Poem: The Other Side

He stands there at the crevasse edge
Looking down at the endless darkness.
What accursed force so demented
To force these rocks apart?
Who's all wise to guide this fool,
To quench his yearning heart?
Tears he fights, crading his pride
Decisions he holds at bay.

I see him from the other side
I see him, oh, my other side.
He beckons me, 'Help me please!'
'I know not how to act!'
I beckon him 'Jump! Don't hesitate!'
'And free yourself at last!'
So with a casual step, I walk over,
Only to see him jump.

Now I look down to the darkness
To have an apparition of fear strike me.
Left me weeping, cringing on my knees
As I raise my head to see
'Heavens! Have I been blind?'
'Why looks it beyond my stride?'
'Why was I such a short-minded fool?'
'Not to see things from the other side?'

--> Home, 11.15pm 24th May 1995

This is one of my favourite pieces, cos it has alot of meaning to me:
- Life should be seen in more ways besides your own. Only a fool lives and judges others based only on his own world-view.
- Fear can paralyze, but if we see it as it truly is, we need not be held captive