The bridge I must cross…

Sometimes I hide from what I know to be true for it frightens me

My journey insists I cross a bridge that I rather not cross

Like a child’s uncertainty walking by the light of the moon

So my thoughts intrude in my clouded mind persuading me to higher ground

I must cross or I will surely die

A bitter death of a spiritual kind

Intuitively I am painfully aware that I mustn’t haste

A day dream becomes my reality
demanding I move from my comfort zone

I am afraid…

What is on the other side…

Can you tell me

Or maybe I could continue

To hide…
…
…
…
No
I
Want
To
Be
Alive

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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]