I look down from the centre of the bridge,
I look down, far down at the water.
I watch it swirl around, white with froth,
And so clean that I swear I can drink it.
I look down from the high bridge,
And think to myself.
It would be so easy to leave my life,
To join the fish far out at sea,
But I don’t. I turn away,
And I look back, trying to decide.
There is no right choice
That I can see at this moment.
I look down from the bridge,
With tears in my eyes,
As I rip them away from the sight
Of what could have been, but wasn’t.
I walk away from the bridge
Knowing that what I did was right,
And I don’t look back for forever.
I simply live.