She stood
On that ragged edge
Over the rushing waters
Of the river Limbo

Should she go
Should she stay

Should she dance
Should she wait

Should she hold on
Should she let go

Was she enough or not

She knew good and well
She only got to live once

That was what pushed her
Right over the edge

Leaping over
River Limbo

Taking every chance
Dancing every dance
Sipping each drink
Kissing each face

Writing her heart out
Speaking her truth

She had to live
So that at the end of her life

She would have no regrets
Left on that ragged edge
Of the River Limbo

👣❤Jeanna’ Mead
5 33 a.m 4-10-19

By jeannasoul

I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.

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