Bridges

I looked across the bridge.
You smiled from either side.
Jeering, with taunts to fall.
I stayed on my barren edge.
Lonely and waiting...for what?
A tongue can only sting if I let it.
Past specters only affect me as I see them.
So I paint a place in my mind, across the bridge.
I am is the art I make myself to be.
It is the breath before the step,
a leap into faith.
I am rich,with color and life.
I have abundance, you, my past
have melted away.
Left to nash your teeth and snarl,
at the lot you have given yourself.
Alone on the bridge.
With not but my pity.