The Bridge
I see you in the distance.
Strong.
Upright.
Able to bear the weight.
I know you are there despite the morning and evening mists. I’ve been aware for years.
It’s the sun that brings all clarity.
You shine with the light- as if it emanates from within you.
I know I must take that first step. But you seem miles away.
And it is dark already once more.
I am afraid.
I’ve heard many others have crossed over.
Spanning centuries even.
How do I bridge this gap?
I try to move by myself.
It’s like I’m not only stuck…..but sinking.
Your arch is like a glistening rainbow against the stormy sky.
Calling me. Calling me.
Still.
I cannot move.
Stuck in my own doubt.
My pride.
My past.
And yet.
I do not look back.
Finally. Finally.
I close my eyes and whisper, “Help me.”
When I open them I am suddenly right beside you.
Through my tears of joy I see what I must do.
What I long to do.
What I’m able to do.
I am ready.
Laura Bachynski