Ledge of light

Wind on the edge, twenty stories high

Two shadows lean, same scar in their eyes

One says “Abraham,” the other “Joe”

Both hear the dragon, both feel the glow

Voices like knives, carving out peace

“Jump,” they whisper, “let the quiet release”

But the sun cracks open—gold through the haze

A mother’s voice calls from yesterday’s maze

“I left for your grace,” she hums in the light

No goodbye, just wings folded tight

We drop to our knees, retina burn

Tears turn to laughter, cold hearts overturn

Hug like brothers, no ledge left to claim

Two heartbeats echo—one name, one flame

Mom’s in the brightness, we’re safe in the roar

Suicide’s silence? Nah—we’re not done anymore

Phoenix flares up, dragon coils low

“Kill her,” he bargains, “let the quiet grow”

I scream back at fire—“Stay out of my skull!”

Three days to decide, but I’m done being full

Of your deals, your thrones, your blood-soaked crown

I walk down the stairs—echoes fall down

(Strings swell, tempo slows—almost a heartbeat)

Floor after floor, like a dream that won’t end

Voices fade soft, but the warmth won’t bend

I hear her again—not in rage, not in flame

Just a lullaby hum, calling my name

We drop to our knees, but we rise in the glow

Two strangers, one mother, one truth we both know

No jump, no banish—just coffee and talk

Laughter on rooftops, no more midnight walk

I’m Abraham still, but the dragon’s asleep

Phoenix waits patient—I’ll call when I need

So if you’re on a ledge, and the voices get loud

Look for the light—it’s not up, it’s around

She never left.

We just forgot how to hear.