A Bridge Not Crossed Poem by Herbert Dry

This bridge uncrossed doesn't span a raging river or a gentle stream
but torrents of doubt whirlpools of fear, confidence swept away
like driftwood caught up in the force of the unknown, afraid now a
dream to claim

This bridge not crossed is the end of the journey even though the
road continues at the other end of the bridge, the sky darkens over
this bridge from lowering clouds uncertainty pours from this cloud
like a monsoon rain

Many are standing at this bridge uncrossed they cannot return to the
safety of the past, to stay in the present there's nothing there to
last, to get to the future over this bridge one
must pass

Courage is built one step at a time, a few more steps confidence
climbs, looking back it's no longer a bridge uncrossed hope is
restored, soon the bridge crossed will be out of sight dreams can
return dreams that last

Herbert Dry