Originally posted elsewhere ~Nov 2011
Her arms open wide
as though welcoming the world.
She’s always wanted to fly;
always claimed she could.
The surface beneath her feet
Of old wood and steel.
The wind caresses her hair,
She takes a breath and remembers how to feel;
Her eyes grow tired and well up with tears,
Her body worn from all these years,
Her mind no longer fighting all her fears..
She leans forward from the bridge
and she begins to fly,
arms held wide,
If only she’d been allowed to cry.
Into the river she lands
The rapids grip her feet and hands
Piercing screams enter her ears,
as even the river gives something to fear..
Losing someone, Losing you
is all she’s ever known to do..
For once, the tables’ve turned as she wonders..
Will this forever burn?