There is a bridge
between you and me
and I could come to you.
But this chasm
creates the need for the bridge
and it is
a long way down,
should I fall.
Gazing down at
the depths,
I lose my breath
and my courage.
I hear you beckon.
You prompt me to take that first step,
You tell me to look only into your eyes
which shine so far across the distance.
But what I really want
is Your hand to grab me,
pull me across in one brief second.
I don’t want to slowly, teetering walk this bridge.
I don’t want
this journey.
I am too afraid.
And I know the valley below is my mind.
A barren, endless, valley.
Thorn bushes, jutted cliffs and desert.
and this space of land I sit on now,
far less glorious and beautiful than yours.
Your space of land too, is vast, but is endless paradise.
And I know too,
that your hands are already
here.
That
they are the bridge.
That they
are that big.
But it’s still
the stepping,
it’s still
the action.
And I am woozy.
So I close my eyes.
I sit and wait until the situation changes.
Maybe when I open them,
I will be across.
Your arms are love,
are sacrifice,
are sturdy and ready to withstand all weight.
Had I only courage,
You’d be the strength.
The air is still,
it waits for my decision.
It holds its breath
as I gasp for mine.
And then I run.
Keeping my eyes forward
my body in a race against time.
I don’t dare
look down.
I stay the course,
and run much longer than the bridge is.
When at last I slow,
and my so too my heart beat,
I realize I ran much further than I needed.
So now I turn.
surveying what I’ve surpassed.
The bridge now does not look so long,
the valley not so deep.
And your side is stunning.
I don’t know what took me so long to come.
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