the bridge

I stood there yesterday

the bridge

where we once walked

where we had dreams

so many dreams

where we had smiles

and laughs

and answers

to all our questions

 

I watched as the water rushed

beneath my feet

and asked

why?

why?

why?

 

I touched the rail

as if to feel

the last time you had touched it

all I felt was cold

and confusion

 

I closed my eyes and felt the rush

of the water

running so swift

and so high

as if to say

I AM ALIVE!

 

I opened my eyes and could not see

through the tears

and all the fear

but then I see it

 

The rainbow!

She speaks to me!

Please do not fear!

For you are strong!

GO! LIVE YOUR LIFE!

 

I walk away with a smile

 

 

Author's Note

I just write what comes out when it comes to poetry. Feel free to let me know what you think.

Reviews

[bill]

Very nice, buckeye. A refreshing, life-affirming reaction to a death that avoids the nihilistic drivel that we see so much of these days. I like it very much. Congratulations. Just one little typo: use only one of the conjunctions in the line beginning "I opened my eyes...."

[Samuel Dickens]

The bridge, the rushing water; trying to sense that which is past--you've done a brilliant job of communicating the sorrow and longing. Then, like a beam of warm sunlight, you pull a positive from a sea of negative.