Standing on Edge

I feel I am standing on edge
Torn between free- falling & flying away,
A moment of belief pushes my feet hard on
A sigh escapes me, echoing the clumsiness,
That I feel amidst the chaos and betrayal
I look downward towards nothing,
I look forward towards something,
A gush of cool breeze shocks me to present
For looking something over nothing,
Takes me to the places & emotions
That I am trying to leave behind...
I don't know whether its my strength;
That pushes me towards that illuminating illusion
Or its my weakness that plunders,
My mind into an impasse
Juxtaposing the tumult & serenity
Right in front of my eyes,
Making me believe in the illusion,
Called the big, great, encompassing life...!