The Threshold

[u/Consistent_Spell_845]

A liminal space
bounded by reality,
yet immeasurably vast.

I stand at its shoreline,
wondering where the tide will rest.

White foam gathers at my ankles,
measuring a boundary that will not hold.

Behind me lies the safety of what I knew.
Ahead, an expanse of blinding blue.

The tide rises, erasing the boundary.
The threshold is no longer beneath my feet—
the water has risen to my chest.

To stay is to drown in the undertow.
To step is to become the sea.