Crossing The Bridge Poem by Rosmin Elsa Mohan

The night seemed long
I wished I could fly
Back in time
Again to the beginning
The prime.
Where knowledge posed no walls
And I yearned to be tall
Plushies were my best pals
Ignorance, my asset.

But then the walls cracked
Adolescence marked her toll
And I lost interest in dolls.
I felt beauty; I felt love
The magical wand
as if sent from above.
The world was my slave
Nevertheless, was I enslaved?
Years seemed like ages
That flew like sand
As I flew off to an unknown land
I'd tied the knot
I'd tied my heart
To realize the worst
That he loved me not.

My world had changed
Insane and strange
I no longer stood tall
And I wished for a wall.
The wind grew hard
The bridge too naïve
I could not withstand
And myself to save.
I lost the track
Of time and self
As pictures did pile
Upon the window shelf.

Towards the rear
I'd none.
Near, nor dear
As I glanced back
Lying on a bed so wry
The leaves grew old
They dropped off by
And faces seemed blurred
Through the lonely eye
No ears now lent
To hear pain or cry
Even the universe had begun
To say good bye.

I looked back so weak
I looked back in time
To the days in search
Of goodness divine
To look back now
It lay so long
The night had passed
And I‘d reached the shore.

Spared my life aside
To share and abridge
But to care for more
I'd crossed the bridge!