Writing on Trial Final Portfolio | страница 14

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…. 14 of 33