The Bridge
I feel you like a River...
By Tammy CastlemanPublished 6 months ago • Updated 6 months ago • 1 min read
The Precipice of change
Just as the world tilts forward:
Heart thud, gut drop
Breathing stops, pupils flare.
The Bridge.
“Meet me there.”
You said.
Head swims, mouth dry,
Earth shifts as I stand on
This side...
Nothing will remain
As it was before.
Time stops, water flows,
Dizzy as I look below.
One step will propel me
Into a future unknown.
I hear your footfall, waterfall
Twigs snap, no going back...
A few steps here to there
Across the planks and misty air
Into the mystery we will share.
About the Creator
Tammy Castleman
I have been an avid writer and photographer for most of my life. In terms of true passions, those are mine. What I lack for in memory, I make up for in recorded detail. We are what we leave behind.
Keep reading
More stories from Tammy Castleman and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.