A Gathering of Bridges – A Poem

Smetimes,

I get lost.

There are too many roadways within me,

paths that lead into shadows,

covered by a gathering of bridges built over the difficult parts of my past.

It was the only way that I could cope.

I can’t let go of the roads,

much as I want to,

for they are part of the path of me.

Just because I have to hold on to them,

doesn’t mean I don’t want to relive them all the time.

They have thorns and they have made me bleed,

covering the roads with ink.

Stopping to look down at the memories of myself that play like old films on the dark grey pavement,

I find myself hypnotized by what I remember and equally perplexed by what I don’t.

Too much time is spent here,

looking down into what I can’t change.

Trying to find a direction,

I find myself looking upwards,

away from the shadowed paths that twist like snakes below me.

Instead,

I look for new paths I have found.

They reach like branches,

growing from the wooden planks of the bridges,

into the light of possibility.