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
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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