bridges.

I wanted death.

 

I wanted to leave.

 

I wanted to give up.

 

 

It was like driving down the interstate when it's raining.

Hard.

And

you're terrified

Because

you can't even see the end

of the hood of your car

Let alone the road in front of you.

You feel lonley

You don't know if there's anyone else there

on the road

You don't know if you're gonna crash

into anyone.

Lightning strikes

It almost kills you.

You don't know how far you've made it

And

you want to stop.

You want to

turn around and

go

home.

But you just keep moving.

You made it this far, might as well just go ahead.

But then.

Then you make it under a bridge

And you appreciate the beauty

All the chaos of the storm is eerily enchanting.

You're calm. 

Things are peaceful.

You aren't afraid anymore. 

Until you start

to drive

again

Then everything hits you twice as hard as it did before.

 

 

 

You're my bridge.

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m.k.

Wed 28th Jun 2017 13:15

Phillip, thank you for your comment. I agree with you on the structure and I changed it. It makes the poem more powerful. Thank you for the kind words xx

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