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The Bridge
The Bridge
The bridge
standing between me and tomorrow,
waits for my finitude
of uncertainty
to dissolve
like snow
in spring's first rain.
I inhale the smoke
from yesterday's bridge
knowing
that there is no turning back,
still I hesitate--
not out of fear,
but something more primal.
I adjure myself to move forward,
to ignore
the desire to know--
of a certainty--
what the future holds.
Neither lessons
nor growth
come from foreknowledge,
rather they are the results
of walking in faith
towards
the inevitable conclusion
of life's journey.
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