The Bridge Over Troubled Waters Poem by Anita Atina

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