A Collection of Poems and Writings of a Madwoman

Bridge

She climbed the bridge in the dead of night,
Her heart weighed down, her will grown slight.
The world below a distant hum,
A final chapter she'd soon succumb.

Her tears fell silent, stars looked away,
Her trembling hands reached the edge to stay.
Yet there on the span, in shadowed form,
A stranger lingered, his grief still warm.

His voice broke softly, a fragile plea,
"I lost my daughter to this same sea.
She thought her pain would cease with the tide,
But left her love on the other side."

She froze, her breath caught in the chill,
The weight of his words bending her will.
"Did she know your sorrow would never mend?
Did she see the love her life could send?"

His eyes, like mirrors of sorrow's deep,
Reflected the wounds he'd never keep.
"I begged her to stay, but she couldn't hear—
Her silence echoes louder than fear."

Her heart, once drowning, began to feel,
A fragile stitch, a chance to heal.
For in his pain, she saw her own,
In his voice, a seed of hope was sown.

They sat together beneath the sky,
Two broken souls, neither asking why.
He shared his story, she shared her ache,
And slowly, the night began to break.

When dawn arrived, she chose to remain,
To walk through the hurt, to weather the rain.
The stranger left with a parting embrace,
His daughter's light shining in her face.

For though the darkness may linger long,
There's strength in sharing, a life made strong.
And on that bridge, where hope seemed to die,
A stranger's love helped her learn to try.