On the Ledge

A poem

Photo by Ben Lambert on Unsplash

at times, all that I am is a ledge
drawing people closer
for the want of having someone
despite the risk of falling over,
so scared I hold my breath
lest one huff push them off,
still, I long to be held
by a soul who’d brave my edges
but any person who comes close
knows the dangers
and takes a step too far
until I am left again with longing
strong enough to lure the souls
also desperate for a touch