Poem – The Bridge

Years ago,
after the moment passed, one of those
life changing decisions that, somewhere inside,
I know altered my chemistry, my core and will
reside with me the rest of this life, and each that may follow,
I said to myself, years from now, will I forgive, regret, or forget?

Now I am here today, looking back on 40 years
it took to arrive and I run across the river flowing swift,
I climb the rocks from the shoreline, and I stop at the bridge.

Years from now will I still be standing here again
running circles always coming back to the same place

or will I finally make it across to the other side,
to whatever is waiting?

bridge path straight wooden

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