Ireland

Currently I write from Ireland, one of the most beautifully green places I have ever been. We rode out bikes around the island of Inishmore while it rained continuously yesterday, and we rode up to a cliff that basically looked like it was at the end of the world. I peered over the edge while lying on my stomach, feeling electrified and terrified and alive as I stared the idea of death in the face. It inspired this poem (Please be patient with my extremely amateur poetry. It's not good but I am learning).

Dangling
The cliffs of indecision
Careful patterns of disgust
Mingled with mountains of moss
That accidentally make you a better person.

To peer down is to scream
To climb upwards is to terrify
To jump off is so suddenly appealing
So you rush forward and hurl with the force
Of the stars that scratch your throat as you pass.

And yet you hesitate
For fear that it hurts
When you've hit rock's bottom
With body so separate except you're still
Beating heart that longs for one last breath.

And it hangs mid-air
Still beating but you've jumped!
You've decided to fall of the edge of the world
With the hopes of becoming that better person.
While the organ dangles bodiless and continues to beat.

Today we are in Dublin. We went up to Sligo to visit the grave of the poet William Butler Yeats, and now we have been exploring Dublin. Tomorrow we will head over to Trinity College. I hope all of you are well. I appreciate all your feedback on my work, and would love to hear your updates on your life as well.