Poem: "Crossings"

This is where I am
Yet again
Crossing another bridge
Yet again

High up
Can almost touch the clouds
Loook down
Can't even see the bottom
Look ahead
Can't see the land

Side to side
No one around but me
On my own
Why must I do this alone?

Even when the fog sets in
Even when my foot slips
Despite the fear I may feel inside
Despite the fact that I can't even hide...

I'm crossing my bridge
Mine and mine only
No one can cross it for me
Only I can cross back
If I choose

Let's hope I don't
Let's hope I get through this

The clouds are right above me.
My dreams are right ahead of me.
I have a feeling, though,
There's a thick forest up ahead

But I hope to hope
And dream to dream
That I will still see the light
Wherever I am.

I know that even at night
I will be close to the moon :)


(this is just another poem about dreams... thanks for reading)