it just takes an inch, or less.

I have not yet found where my feet stand in this world.
and already, I feel like I have been cut down.

didn't God say He is the giver of life?
doesn't God hold the script, my script, in His hands?
where does my free will sit then?
what strengths have I yet to develop into talents?

because right now, i stand on the cusp of a crevasse, there's no turning back.
but the stem's only less than an inch thick.

mercy.