Bittersweet

• Bridges

I will stop standing on bridges. I will stop looking down from the twisted rope, holding on to loose strings coming from the sky. I will stop breaking glass and then walking above it, like some sort of ritual I have to follow to feel alive.

I will stop saying I want to die.

I won't count any blue exit signs and wish to be trespassing them. I won't follow the bright lights. I won't leave this time.

I will destroy my walls, burn down the roof I built from raw hatred. You can never watch the stars with a roof above your head. To build a temple you have to bend the bricks.

Healing happens in steps.

Today I will tell you I love you and tomorrow I may be able to love myself.

I don't wanna be the box in the corner of the room anymore. I wanna be the necessity, not the supply. I wanna be the tree, not the paper.

And a tree-

If it falls it does make a sound and if I ever fall again, I may hit the ground harder than last time but I can not trespass it. I can not die.

I don't want to-

die,

anymore.

Healing happens in steps and I'm going up.

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Hey guys!

I don't love the way this was written but it inspired me so I thought it would - maybe - also inspire someone else.

I may delete this one but idk. Thank you for reading and voting and commenting.

Lots of love,

Jessica