A || B

I lurch,
sprinkling a fine dust
of fear
over the edge
of the ledge
I am standing on.
It's dawn;
with the sun
I am supposed to
shine too
but mettle dips
panic rips
through my very veins.
I have to jump!
They are yelling my name.
Give in or fade out?
Compromise or strike out?
A wolf howls and
birds shout.
The earth
is littered
with silent leaves
but the trees stand tall.
I lurch,
the wolf
stops its howl.
They are still yelling my name,
the birds are calling foul.