Poetry in Motion Attempt #1...

Throughout the period of a Lifetime,
I get the feeling of being pulled into the tides
And being helplessly drifted away;
-Closer to an edge.
This fear of falling off a cliff is at the shore of everyone,
To drown into the abysmal sands and stones of fear itself,
-Awaiting my fall.
But once I realize the droplets of thirst shower me
Into a waterfall, becoming the milky flow down towards her arms-
-Spread out as a bowl;
I jump.