What is on the other side?
The bridge is rickety
It creaks under my weight
The sunlight bright and clear.
One foot in front of the other
The bridge sways
The breeze whistles past
I grip the vines for support.
Cross over the chasm
Reject everything learned
Say goodbye to all that went before
Propelled forward by
Thousands of faces
Signs of connection
Satisfaction at growth
Powerful depths tapped.
What is on the other side?
This rickety bridge
Creaking under my foot steps
In the bright sunlight.
Again the bridge sways
My grip locks in place
Frozen as the breeze
Whistles past.
Teeth grinding
Heartbeat in my throat
A deep groan
Unclenching my fingers from the vines.
Forward!
What’s on the other side?
How long will this take?
A lot longer if I don’t move my feet.
I shuffle another foot forward.
All those people I helped
Thousands
Alone I move forward
Driven by
Blue sky, white clouds
Cool breeze, bright sunlight
Another hand grip in front
Of the other.
Stupid thing to do
Crossing a rickety bridge
Alone and so high up
No going back.
Wait for the breeze to settle
Another foot in front of the other
How long will this take?
What’s on the other side?
This is second-part to ‘Cliff’.