The bridge

she stands on the edge of the cliff
before her a bridge made of rope
to go back would mean death
cross it she must
Nervously she takes a step
the bridge begins to sway
awaiting on the distant cliff
her dreams
her hopes
her passions
her fears rush at her like the wind
causing the bridge to shake
below her a rapidly moving river rushes
behind her looks like a combat zone
heartbreak
abuse
depression
holding on with all her might
focusing her eyes on moving forward
another step she starts to take
~~Rachel E. Brown~~
July 13,2013

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Rekindled

The stage is Bare, the lights are bright
the room it seems is packed tonight
timidly from the shadows she steps
quietly, nervosuly she begins to share
her creative soul she starts to bare

oh to bolt back into the safety of shadows
to withdraw and hide once more
but wait…
to hide would be worse than death
would stifle her flame and dim her light

a voice she hears ring from the crowd
time to let your beautiful light shine!
another voice chimes in from behind
I will catch you if you stumble,
now is time to spread your wings

The stage is Bare, the lights are bright
the room it seems is packed tonight
her voice she finds
the spark rekindled
her creative soul she starts to bare
~Rachel E. Brown~
July 13,2013