Anita Atina


The bridge over troubled waters


The bridge over troubled waters
Has washed away
I look on with disbelief
That such great strength
Could so easily give way
Against a rising tide
How do I now cross alone
These dark waters
Of deep unknown currents

The journey was long and difficult
My feet bled and my heart
Almost gave up
Before reaching this bridge
And I drew such comfort along its banks
As I rested awhile, basking in the sun’s warmth
Little did I know that a vicious tide
Had already begun to erode
My bridge over troubled waters

Submitted: Saturday, January 17, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, February 03, 2009

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  • Alison Cassidy (1/17/2009 5:57:00 PM)

    Your poem shares the struggle of personal growth and the pitfalls of relying on sometimes illusory 'solutions'. A profound poem penned with skill. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

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