Spit in the water --
not sure why
My feet are sweating as this neck cranes
downward, in search of where I went
Tried to leave a piece of me there in case I forget…
From the dark,
a splendid mystery!
O, it drew me near
Towards a path,
far from home,
and I knew I had to go forth alone
Deep in the heart of this lone bridge,
a sudden terror overtook me:
continue blindly or turn back,
at risk of burdening the wood and rope I’d already passed?
Somehow I fought back:
the harsh bite of jealousy,
prayers she had sent for me
to embark upon something they had never done
out of fear
fear of pain,
but keeping static felt exactly the same
From underneath, the dark waves riled after a wind blew by, removing a pair of glasses from my face and it occurred to me it wasn’t worth just staying in place.
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