I've lived my life sitting on a bridge,
Not moving forward and not jumping in.
I've seen people soar and I've seen people drown.
But sitting stone still, I was safe on the ground.
No risk. No pain. No falling in.
No rush. No thrill. Not now, not then.
Now I question the icy water.
What will become of my mother's daughter.
I can't move forward and I can't turn back.
Others are watching as I forge my own track.
They love me. They need me. They want me around.
So for now I sit watching from safe on the ground.
© Copyright 2012 Merinda (UN: mermick at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Merinda has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
|Log In To Leave Feedback|