The Bridge

9/14/2020

The Bridge

I stand at the edge of this bridge, still unsure of what I should do. Do I cross, do I turn back around to where I came from, or do I stay here, standing, stuck in uncertainty? What would you do if you were presented with these options? This predicament I'm in isn't just about a bridge if you haven't noticed yet. It's about my life. Do you always push forwards or sometimes do you go back. Is it always 2 steps forward, 1 step back? Does it have to be this way? If so, then why? I look back and see the horror scene of my past I have left behind but is still shortly behind me, like others, there are good and bad, the things and memories that make you nostalgic and the memories that make you nauseated. If I go back I know what I'll end up getting myself into. I've already gone back one too many times before. I know from experience that you end up feeling insane, or like you're going crazy when you go back and hope for a different outcome, then you come back out with the same outcome, only this time it's worse because you knew going in what it was like before, then you wonder what you did and why you did it. You have no other answers but to blame others or you're faced to blame your own insanity. Everyone knows that if you do the same thing over and over and expect a different outcome that you are becoming the very definition of insanity. Sometimes if your stubborn enough, when you're stuck at this bridge again you go back one last time but I swore my last time was the last but was it? I look down and notice the stagnant energy that I am stuck in, forward or back I wonder. I can't just stay in this uncertainty, can I? How long would that take? Looking up and forward I stare into the darkness, breathing it in, straining my eyes to see something, a hint of anything but all I see is darkness. A mysterious void, an abyss, an escape, an adventure and hope because in that darkness I can bring my light, my happiness, my joy. I can transform anything I want in this darkness ahead because it's not bad to be in the dark when you become the sun. Taking a deep breath I step onto the bridge, walking forward to light the darkness ahead of me.

surreal poetry
Dominique Thon
Dominique Thon
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Dominique Thon

Hi my name is Dominique, I'm 27 years old and i have always loved to write. Writing has always given me a sense of escape to my imagination and now i want to put a voice to that imagination and allow people to read inside my thoughts.

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