Posted in 2014, poetry, Writing

I Look Down

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.

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