Below the Bridge

Below the Bridge.

 

Below the bridge, it was heart wrenching.

Her emotions were now ascending.

It shouldn’t be, it should not have been.

Her tears gradually rose from within.

 

Below the bridge, she felt very small.

Her perceptions required an overhaul.

She knew where she needed to be

To feel at ease, to feel happy.

 

It took step by step, piece by piece.

She fixed the bridge so it would not cease.

After finishing, it dawned on her.

There still is a happy ever after.

 

Her frown shifted.

Her spirit lifted.

After every dark tunnel, there is a light.

A metaphor for hope, to never lose sight.

Author's Note