Reveries & Wonders

at the end of the bridge

I stood at the bridge of loneliness.
The river of anxiety and despair flowed underneath.
Mist of deception enveloped the air,
And as I breathed in, my eyes painted the picture,
That I desire to see.

There I was.
On the the bridge, her long hair swaying in the wind,
Tears welling up her eyes, 
As her thoughts started to drown her again,
Unable to speak, her voice stolen by the cruel world.

Her bruises could not even find time to heal.
Every step is a struggle to stay intact,
In a world that demands conformity.
Her own mind began torment her,
Till there was nothing left of my soul.

Who could rescue her?
Fairy tales once gave her hope, but reality crushed her will.
No one could ever love an unstable,
Vulnerability's an easy a target for heartless schemes.

I gazed down and saw my cold, trembling hands,
Balling my fists, they went cold and numb.
No matter what I do, I know,
No one could ever accept me.

I lifted my gaze and faced the river.
The voices were tempting me to join them below.
I stifled my whimpers and rose up to the edge,
Remembering people had told me to be happy,
And this is the path I had decided to take.

As I was about to leap, my eyes deceived me,
A girl, my mirror image, reflected on the river,
"Let go of everything. It's time to be free."
Extending her hand, beckoning me to come,
 A glimmer of hope, at the end of the bridge.