I saw the way,
My feet had tread,
As if in a story,
That I had read.
These roads I knew,
Had stories too,
Plots that made sense,
So dramatically intense.
I now saw the bridge,
I now came to it.
I put my first step,
Quickly on it.
My footstep fit,
Perfectly on this bridge.
I readily walked forward,
And walked toward,
What was coming my way.
In the middle of the bridge,
I made a decision,
For perhaps claiming it,
Might lead to derision.
But when I crossed this bridge,
I felt accomplished.
I had walked a long way,
My senses did not betray.
That I had crossed a part of my life,
Containing so much strife.
And thanks to that bridge,
Without which couldn't have left it behind.
This bridge was one,
That I needed in my life.
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