I Stand on a Bridge (original poem)

[Tiffanie]

A poem about facing the choice of transition

I Stand on a Bridge
by Tiffanie Faith

I stand on a bridge that is narrow and long.
It restlessly sways in the air.
It crosses a chasm to where I belong,
And I should now cross, if I dare.

What lies ahead I'm not able to see.
Shrouded by fog, it's unclear.
I can continue to my destiny,
If I do so, I'll face what I fear.

What's left behind I know all too well.
A life where I hide what I feel.
I cannot return to that foreboding hell,
For that side of me isn't real

I stand on a bridge and I feel so distraught,
While confusion abounds in my brain.
How do I know what fate should be sought
When whatever I choose causes pain?

I stand here in silence, alone in despair,
A tear trickles down from my eye.
I can't understand why life would seem so unfair,
And no-one can tell me why!

Which way should I travel? This choice I bemoan.
Should I just go backwards and hide?
Should I continue and face the unknown?
Or should I just step off the side?

[MadelineB]

That's lovely writing, Tiffany.
I have definitely felt the things you describe.
My response is the pain of staying in one place that we know is not good for us
can be the worst of all.
I walked across the bridge, then used the timber to build a new life.
But others are happy in the middle of the bridge, and find a treasure island there.
Others go back, wiser for what they saw from a new perspective.
Keep writing and keep living!
Both our writing and our lives get better, as long as we keep doing that, I promise.
-Maddie