This BridgeA Poem by Jennifer Lenhardt
I grew out of this gray -
and those were the words that came to me as I passed over this bridge, the bridge that carries me home to my birthplace, and today, like so many other days the skies are heavy, heaving, with an almost unbearable weight, the river peppered with a fine mist that hangs, here and there, some of it draping over shy mountains, obscured, though I know they are there, I remember - I grew out of this gray, and so I allow it to absorb me, I let it take me in, these melancholy heavy feelings, and much like the clouds they are layered, one over the other, some so low they want to press themselves deep into the ground, as if for escape, and I remember - I grew out of this gray, somehow, I passed over this bridge, I pressed up through a soil, a saturated ground, and I grew - even under such gray and oppressive clouds © 2010 Jennifer LenhardtReviews
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