A Bridge

Frozen Wind was a warm road selected for the journey 

 

Oftentimes written as though the author knew the act 

 

I will challenge them many, walking the steps, the undulated concrete

 

If not tramped, the sentiment never inhaled 

In opposition, I survived, moved with the squall, a new realness

 

Bestial times fighting shadows within

 

Eyed the waters placidity, yet tenseness, a path to solace

 

Breathe, Grapple, with the stings, or walk to the waveless waters

 

Frozen Wind, on the Concrete's arch, damp ground, mist drops on face

 

Absurdity to your face and time, near comical thoughts, you smile 

 

The cars cascade past, countless, you cry 

 

Your steps took you to the peak, edge to the rail, water-air so quite 

In opposition I survived, endured, fragmented moments of a life normal

 

Joy, absent, but now so easily defined, breathe its existence

 

Lost years, yet victorious days, nay weeks

 

Winds ripped me to shreds, tumbling rolled me together

Frozen Wind on that bridge, a January Night

 

Choice the muzzled end, leap to  the accelerated air en route to the water

 

As hands grasp the biting cold steel, in truth he does land

 

An odd Bird comes  alongside your hand, his eyes look to your soul 

At one in the morning the light  is as if noon

 

He takes flight with a horribly tumultuous call and his wings  ruffle the dead air

 

I let go the rail, and walked down the concrete arch...

 

away from the dead calm

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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