The Bridge

Sometimes it is dangerous to stop on a bridge
To look out into still water as your hands touch the edge
Then without knowing your toes are now hanging over the ridge
All the thoughts flowing through your head
A tear comes to your eye as you now stand out on the ledge

Now you’re standing there looking out
No one around to hear you cry or shout
Now all you have is your thoughts
Some will help you hold on for your life
Others will push your buttons and push you closer to the edge
As they are the ones that fill your head
The ones that remind you of your troubles and strife

You will find that bad memories take control
And now your eyes fill up and tears begin to roll
Now you grip starts to looses
The still water calls out to you
All the lost soul looking for you
To the last step and let them guide you through

If you find yourself stand here
Just as I do
Keep a memory close to you
One that will your heart with joy
That will make you feel loved and alive

I can’t grantee it will make you stop
But it will fill you with love and you decide
Should I really make this dive
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Posted: May 2014

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darkhorse555
beautifully penned pieceangel
fjamesj9701
Showing those people that you are with joy and courage is the biggest middle finger you can give them . Good stuff I enjoyed reading your thoughts…Jessehandshake
JEANIEMAC
DON'T JUMP!!!
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