Bridges That Can’t Be Crossed

there’s a bridge

on the ocean

over time

on my life

that I can’t cross

whether waters be too shall

or my faith be too weak

the unknown scares me

daring me to take the leap

and I wilt away into home

what I can trust

besides a weak gut

head screwed on, ignoring the noise

every bit of it, but the clanging inside

deters my best motivations

motions repeated in backward secession

cautious to fail, afraid to no avail

of the things I’ve done

so I chose not to do

to save face

but there’s nothing safe or sound

about last place

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