Unsteady
Light.
I can see it,
Far away…
But, I can see it
After all these years
It is finally near
I just have to cross,
Cross the unsteady…
But I can’t.
Not after watching the suffering in their eyes.
Gently my feet touch the first step
I can hear it.
The screeching.
The cracked steps.
My heartbeat.
Everything in slow motion.
Then, I use my hands to hold on to the bridge.
Slowly, my fingers start sliding,
The handle is slippery
I can feel the slimy lianas covering my fingers.
Then, I take another step
And again,
I can hear the screeching of the cracked steps.
What I need the most is courage….
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