An Ant Hill
I look around and see
The long road ahead of me.
Though the path is rough and hard
I look to the positive and am no longer on guard.
I continue on and keep walking
Until I see something shocking.
There is a bridge that I must cross
But halfway through part is lost.
I know that I must continue on
To seek the destination to which I am drawn.
As I approach the gap so near my feet
With courage and hope I will not retreat.
In the corner of my eye the answer is near
And I cannot believe that I had so much fear
It was an illusion all along.
The bridge was not weak, but very strong.
With humility and new-found strength
I see that the bridge is the perfect length.
I cross with confidence, and my head held high
And think to myself, how come I asked why?
I walk on and laugh inside
About the time when I was terrified.
Back then it seemed like such a big deal,
When really it was just an ant hill.