This Bridge

This Bridge

A Poem by Jennifer Lenhardt

I grew out of this gray -
and those were the words that came to me
as I passed over
this bridge,
the bridge that carries me home
to my birthplace,
and today, like so many other days
the skies are heavy,
heaving,
with an almost unbearable weight,
the river peppered
with a fine mist
that hangs,
here and there,
some of it draping over
shy mountains,
obscured,
though I know they are there,
I remember -
I grew out of this gray,
and so I allow it to absorb me, 
I let it take me in,
these melancholy
heavy
feelings,
and much like the clouds
they are layered,
one over the other,
some so low
they want to press themselves deep
into the ground,
as if
for escape,
and I remember -
I grew out of this gray,
somehow,
I passed over
this bridge,
I pressed up through a soil,
a saturated ground,
and I grew -
even under
such gray
and oppressive
clouds

© 2010 Jennifer Lenhardt


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i could feel your emotion in this write.
This is a very captive write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


its always the same road,i ve always known
always will carry me home..home where the air always looked so heavy
i could hardly breathe..its the whole scene,i could hardly see
all blurred..i lived this gray all through life,it almost choked me me
everything looked so dark,the skies and clouds,even the grounds
its like my feet always stuck deep and i could never move
was like a nightmare,always tried to sink me more and deep
still i was strong enough to fight my way to surface
and breathe,i will never stop struggling ,i know i could win
such lovely feelings ,though sad and life that was never easy
lovely write..

Posted 13 Years Ago


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I could feel it and see it..your descriptive phrase pulled me into that moment..although this has a meloncholy feel it's laced with a message of hope ..nice job

Posted 13 Years Ago


the light of inner strength breaking through the haze ~

Posted 13 Years Ago


I hope that my home visit would be under blue skys and warm breezes. Grey skies and heavy water expresses the oppressive times while growing up. Great images and meaning in your poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


perseverance beautifully drawn through captivating imagery~

Posted 13 Years Ago



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