I stand on a bridge

[Tiffanie]

I stand on a bridge that is narrow and long.
It uneasily 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 in my solitude,
While confusion abounds in my brain.
How do I know what I should conclude
When whatever I choose causes pain?

I stand here in silence, in my desperation,
A tear trickles down from my eye.
I can't understand how I'm in this position,
And no-one will tell me why!

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

[beth]

                            This poem is so very beautiful Tiffanie.  Don't ever step off the side, take tiny steps till the fog clears. It is beautiful on the other side.




beth

[Tiffanie]

Beth,

You always seem to say the right thing.  You are very kind and compassionate.  Thank you.

[Jillieann Rose]

We all feel that way sometimes.
It great how you can express your feelings in poetry.

Hang in their Tiffanie and keep moving forward one small step at a time.

We are with you.

Jillieann