The Bridge

The first step, that very first step

So hard but filled with such emotion

Our feelings propel us to act

They propel us to move

So we step

We walk

Yet, the more that we walk

Our feelings fail us

They die

We are exposed

Our inner most identities cry out

Our daily activities no longer hide our desires

We are left with simply ourselves

We are on the journey

Our anxiety builds

So we look left, we look right

We look for anything to save us

We even look behind us

But our past can’t help us now

We are on the journey

Our bodies ache

Our thoughts run

But our hearts desire to move on

For they know

The worst thing that we can do

Is to not walk at all.

“The worst prison would be a closed heart”

-St. John Paul II

(Pictures were taken at the suspension bridge in Leissigen, Switzerland, overlooking Lake Thun.)