The Bridge— October’s Poem


I am safely suspended 
between the tensions of 
grief and gratitude—

Standing upon

A bridge
        Built 
To hold 
The reality 
Of 

being human. 

I am vulnerably stable 
As I stand 
Wondering 
About
    And 
Wandering 
To
The medal planks 
Laid out ahead of me. 

So, 

I walk upon 

A bridge 
	Built 
To capture 
The magnitude of 
strength 
Running through 
the wires of 
Sorrow 
Alongside the 
Pillars of 
Joy.

Here, 

I am securely fearful 
Of all that is 
Behind 
      Beneath 
And 
             Before me, 
As I stand 
At the mercy 
Of faith guiding me
Onward. 

I walk slowly: 
A patient urgency. 

One must 
Move forward. 
… 

One must also 
Stop. 

To breathe. 
To see. 
To listen. 

So, 
I pause upon

A bridge 
	Built 
To hold me, 

All of me,  

Every ounce of me 
That exists 
Beyond and within 
The joy and the sorrow 
The grief and the gratitude. 

All of me 
Is here—

The anger 
The shame 
The frustration 
The confusion 
The peace.  

All of me 
Is safely suspended 
Upon 
This paradoxical 
Piece of iron— 

Making no sense 
And needing no sense 
To make.  

I am held 
And that is all 
That any fragile 
Being 
Needs. 

...

… 
Will it hold 
All 
Of me? 

Or 

Just the one face 
Of reality 
People want to see? 

I take steps, 
Slowly 

For 
the crowd is watching 
And 
my pride is rising 
While 
My stubbornness takes me by the hand 
And 
Speaks— 
“Walk quickly, 
There are people to please” 

Shame is close by too 
And 
She begins to scream 
To be louder than the stubbornness besides me 

She speaks— 
“Leave the grief
And the gratitude too
This bridge was not meant to be walked by you.”

She gets closer now 
This time, 
As I am frozen in my fear, 
She whispers 
In my ear 

“No bridge can hold 
All of you 
Here. 
So, just stay with me. 
Fear and I will hold you dear” 

I am confronted with 
The strength of 
Manipulation 
And 
Isolation 

… 

Stilled by my shame 
I quietly aim 
To leave the bridge 

It is safer, 
Right? 

Wrong. 

Safety within my fear 
Misleads me 
To believe 
I can control what lies ahead of me 

It holds me 
Back— 

From my dreams. 

I don’t 
Want to go 
Back. 

So, 

I choose to believe 
In the paradoxical mystery 
Beneath my feet. 


I walk on. 

And trust 
this bridge 
to 
Hold me. 

All of me.


1 Comment

  1. This is a beautiful poem. I’ve actually been working on some poetry myself. I might share it with you at some point. You’re such an amazing and inspiring teacher and I’ve learned a lot from you. :>

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