Crossing (Her) Bridge

Sweaty, cold hands grip the cold rails,
agonized eyes stare at her almost fading trails–
footprints of all she has done,
mud piles of all her missed fun,
holed-patches of all she has lost,
unturned stones of her dreams still at frost.

Waiting lungs heave one deep, deep breath,
shaky foot finally decided to take its first step–
towards a foggy future she has yet to know,
towards a misty tomorrow no crystal ball can show.

With a hoping heart cloaked with lit-up love,
with a warrior soul armored with fearless faith,
she runs and crosses her own unsteady bridge,
away from her yesterday’s oh, so useless weights.

©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Poetics: Abridged Version by the beautifully-hearted lillian.
Note: This is what happens when your 25th birthday is less than two weeks away. 😉 And it is fascinating that my last dVerse-inspired poem is also about bridges. ❤ 


36 thoughts on “Crossing (Her) Bridge”

  1. SMiLes.. my FriEnd..
    A best bridge
    i ever
    IS A
    one that floats wiThiN
    inSide Gravity Free
    Air full and water
    flow as LiFE
    and SinGS
    oN so poeTicAlly
    as TrUth and liGht hiGh
    skeYes aBove meet eARTh beLow..
    i hope
    the sAMe for you..
    better.. mY friEnD..:)

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  2. Oh my, this is SO GOOD, Rosey!!! Our Faith must be FIERCE as we step out onto what may be an unstable bridge to the BLESSING God has waiting up ahead. I often think, “I wish I had a crystal ball”–but Faith is better, much better! I LOVE YOU!!!!! ❤

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