Upon a bridge I stand,
Not knowing how behind me connects with what is in front of me.
Searching for a place where freedom is common and loneliness, a memory.
Upon a bridge I am static,
Fearing what I project of the unknown, urging for movement in peace.
Contemplation, on what I’ve always known, of what will be accepted.
Upon a bridge I wait,
Strength, on which to place these heavy feet, on solid foundation.
Supporting the weighting doubts, abolished in the joy of new beginnings.
Upon a bridge I dispose,
Stacking all that is in my heart, to illuminate the purity of my soul.
Plunging into the depths of the unknown for my own virtue of external existence.