Noise

I am standing once again at the edge of a cliff.
I could turn around and leave, but I cannot.
I imagine that if I leap, I will fly as if I had wings,
yet when I think of turning back, I feel those wings will break.
There is only one reason that holds me back.
But there are thousands that urge me to jump.
If that one reason holding me back is everything I am,
and if it is the only thing I possess in this world,
if it is a mother who loves me, protects me, and holds me close to her heart,
should I allow my wings to break?
Should I give up on flying?
Inside me is only a noise that knows no stillness,
and in my heart lies the pain of that noise.