Crossing Over

This old bridge creaks underfoot, a breath held tight,

     rusted chains sway, a whisper of fears long tucked,

     I walk with each step, facing the fading light,

     a moment of courage, where old habits are plucked.

Once I avoided this span, the distance too wide,

     but today I stride forth, heart pounding in place,

     the weight of my journey a current, a tide,

     reminding me gently I’m willing to face.

Each step forward, a breaking of chains,

     past echoes linger, but I leave them behind,

     here on this bridge, through the joy and the pains,

     I’m more than my scars; I am learning to find.