poem #9

written: feb. 21, 2010
title: "the bridge"


"i feel like i'm in a bright blue and purple bubble with nowhere to go.
nothing to do. except look to you.
my eyes are tearing up...
again...
and my ears are starting to plug.
the pressure is on.
i closed my eyes and i see him.
i yell his name.
he looks my way!
i tell him to come over!
he just stands there.
i yell his name again.
he smiles now.
i motion for him to come over,
he doesn't budge.
i yell his name one last time, this time i'm crying.
he turns his back on me.
and crosses the bridge.
now i stand alone. motionless. cold. sad. mad. alone.
i start to cross the bridge but i trip.
i start walking again.
i trip again.
i keep tripping on every crack on the bridge!
so, i give up on walking and begin to crawl...
i'm in the middle of the bridge now...
i look up and see him dancing his way down the path.
i frown.
the game is on!
i stand up again but this time i'm on my tip toes.
i'm walking over the cracks!
i'm being real careful not to touch the cracks with my big feet.
i'm still walking!!
i'm going really slow.
because i've learned that by going slow and being careful,
you won't fall and get hurt."