Bridge Poem by Vera Sidhwa

I saw the way,
My feet had tread,
As if in a story,
That I had read.


These roads I knew,
Had stories too,
Plots that made sense,
So dramatically intense.

I now saw the bridge,
I now came to it.
I put my first step,
Quickly on it.

My footstep fit,
Perfectly on this bridge.
I readily walked forward,
And walked toward,
What was coming my way.

In the middle of the bridge,
I made a decision,
For perhaps claiming it,
Might lead to derision.

But when I crossed this bridge,
I felt accomplished.
I had walked a long way,
My senses did not betray.

That I had crossed a part of my life,
Containing so much strife.
And thanks to that bridge,
Without which couldn't have left it behind.

This bridge was one,
That I needed in my life.