A Hopeless Romantic for a Poet

my bridge

10-21-2011

i always find it hard to finish something i have started. Its like crossing a hanging bridge 1000ft from the ground. At first, its a challenge. Adrenaline rushed through my veins. No one can stop me. I'll do this. I'll conquer this challenge. Im positive. But... halfway there ... al,ost at the end I just stopped. Looked at my feet and realize that the adrenaline rush is not there anymore. I fear to stop but I fear to go on. Fear. Thoughts. Confusion. I sat at the middle of this bridge not knowing whether to ciontinue or not. But I can't go back. I'm still here. At the middle of this bridge. Stucked. Alone with no one to hold.

Must i go on? Or just let myself get stucked on the middle of this journey?

Should i stop thinking of what's under the bridge nd continue to see what's on the other side? Im not a great person. I can't fight anyone and win. I can't even fight myself. I want to know if you're at the other side but afraid that you might just treat like a normal person who've seen another acquaintance. I guess I'll just stay here. Where i am safe from rejections and pain.

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