I could do it

The gentle breeze hits my skin,
I look down at the water beneath me.
I could do it.
I could jump.
The first thing that was stopping me was the railing that I was leaning on.
I nibbled my bottom lip,
I was somewhat memorized by the water rolling over some rocks.
I could do it.
I could jump.
The second thing that was stopping me was my normalized anxiety rationalizing me out of jump.
I look up at the ocean,
I let out a soft sigh and close my eyes as I felt the gentle breeze hit my skin once again.
I could do it.
I could jump.
But
I don't.

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