The other side.

She took a step onto the bridge,

wanting to explore the other side of the bridge,

leaving 

the clouds,

the fog,

her memories,

her friends

behind her.

She hesitated to take another step,

she tried turning around, 

until a hand reached out and grabbed hers. 

Holding it firmly, 

he led her across the bridge,

protecting her and making her strong. 

On the other side of the bridge was

sunshine,

blue skies,

green grass,

birds chirping.

Happiness.

Without him, 

she would not have motivation,

no hope,

no idea of what the other side was filled of.

Reviews

[lostinthewaves]

Cute poem. I hope this means things have been going better.

[Amanda]

Things have been getting better, Thank you!