Tomorrow

I have stood before at the edge of this precipice of life and looked down and seen Death staring me back, beckoning lovingly, Her caressing tentacle arms reaching out and tempting me. I am aware of Life next to me, her hand on my shoulder. Is she pushing me onwards to her mortal friend, or pulling me back, anchoring me to the still living? Should I step forward and fly? For how long will She accompany me on my downward journey? To the very end? And would the handing over be a gentle gift giving between friends or would Death rush forward eagerly and wrestle me from Life's clutches before I am ready? I know that I shall find out only the once. Today the reasons to live favor Life. Tomorrow may be the day I find out.