Oh, Brave Gravity
Draft begun December 9, 2015
Edited/revised/finalized April 12, 2018
The narrow path is broken
and I have fallen
far from the height
of that righteous road.
My body sank
like a stone
alongside the ground
which I had walked upon
just moments before.
My hands clamored
for any small
semblance of rescue
and just as I thought,
"This is it,"
I landed.
Not broken.
Only bruised
among a pile of bricks
on a dirt road.
I looked up
at the remnants of
that carefully trodden
narrow path, knowing
fully, for the first time,
bridges
are more than elevated
travel.
Bridges are
more
than crossings
but methods
to get you from one place
to another
even if it means
being broken.
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