The Bridge

The Bridge

A Poem by Jessica Dallaire
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2006

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I sit on this bridge over the river
I look down at the jagged rocks
I can feel the wind against my skin
As it plays with my blonde locks.

I begin to shake as I look down
With you is where I want to be
But would you care if I were to drown?
Are you just my dreams messing with me?

You might not even exist at all
You might be just a simple lie
All I have to do is let myself fall
I could be there with you when I die

I begin to climb the gate
I take a breath and gather my will
I let go of the rail and test my fate
Suddenly adrenaline is all I feel

Then in my head your voice rings clear
You softly tell me to come back
I think for a moment but no longer have fear
And doubt is now something that I lack

You have told me that you wouldn't lie
You told me you want me always there
You really would care if I were to die
Fate is something I promise not to dare

I look around for any witness
I climb back down and back away
I can't believe I almost did this
I need to trust and not think this way.

© 2008 Jessica Dallaire


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Jessica Dallaire
Jessica Dallaire

Eugene, OR



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