The Bridge

The bridge to the other side.
It used to be so easy to cross
you just never looked down.
Because you might fall and disappear
into the water below.
But over time it has fallen apart
like the lives that have crossed and left those behind.
Winter has come again to the bridge
some say it’s to freedom.
But most who have crossed have never called
so, some say it might be hell.

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela