Again I stand upon the path of doubt,
Before the bridge I've named 'Uncertainty'.
I wonder if I have the strength in me
To cross its stony span, the cobbled view.
It reminds me of the storms and drought
Withstood but I linger still in hesitation's hue.
Why is this bridge not built of board and nail..
Easily burned.. mere ash left in my wake?
Instead like fortressed walls of past mistakes
It stands until time demands it crumble,
And I am wont to test my freedom frail
For fear unseen sins will make me stumble.
Yet I must cross this stony bridge for fate
Has deemed I be given no plea or choice...
And admonished to heed an inner voice,
I place one foot upon this cobbled stone
As step by step I walk in halting gait
Into another life, unsure, unknown.
With one last look I turn to see where I've been
And realize there are no last regrets-
As there is much I've learned, will not forget,
Of journeys past, and those still yet to be
Will soon define just who I am again....
Beyond the bridge I've named 'Uncertainty'.
submitted into the Anything Goes Challenge
host: Larry (Whiskurz)
By Myrna D.
© 2012 Myrna D.
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