Come to the Edge

Come to the edge, she said.
The edge of the end.
The edge of a new beginning.
The edge of nothing and everything.
The edge of hopelessness and despair;
Where all is battered and broken to be rebuilt.
All is emptied to become full.
Come to the edge, she said.
The edge of goodbye.
The edge of the great hello.
The edge of utterly lost and found.
The edge of absolutely null and void.
The hole where all is whole and perfectly imperfect.
All is forgotten to be remembered.
Come to the edge, she said.
The edge of darkness.
The edge of the brightest light.
The edge of beauty and disaster
The edge of chaos and silence,
Where no words are enough and anything is possible.
All is breathless to be re-born.

©Anna Grace Taylor