Tarnished thropies

In one night , 

as I stand at the edge of height,

i see in the distance the tarnished trophies that still from here reak of many deaths and damaged dreams.

as I stand at the edge of height, 

The space in my stomach that once was occupied by the tickling of butterflies is now but a sharp pain , a feeling unfamiliar before this day.

as I stand at the edge of height,

i lean but only to see distance , though the vertigo jolts my reality in turn shaking off the perspective that was my vision for the past almost 7 years.  

Grabbing new focus while adjusting from the previous in which I just lost. I blink. 

from blurry to clear to blurry to bright I still see nothing but dots but only hear from a far distance down a crashing of the old .

Each piece of the previous finally settle from it collision all the while my blinking begins to adjust to my new.. 

As I stand at the edge of height, 

its clear.