It is dusk
I am walking, walking very fast
The air is chilly
Eyes cast down
Seeing the pavement pass under my feet, seeing nothing else
The tears won’t come, all the pain won’t go
It is only Wednesday
My mind hurts
Don’t look both ways crossing the street
Walking up the bridge
High, very high
The traffic is loud
The cars fly by so close behind me
I hold on tight
I need to scream, I can’t someone might hear over the din
A bus roars by, the bridge shakes
Society walks by, no one speaks
Looking over
Feels like I am standing in the middle of the highway
The trucks seem to pass right through me
I am outside but the air is not fresh
The wind blows my hair
Have been standing on the bridge for an hour, it feels like minutes
Getting tired, want to sit but can’t bend my legs
The police come
“What is your name?”
“What do you want it to be?”
“What are you doing standing on the bridge?”
“Thinking”
“Thinking about what?”
“Life”
“What is happening in your life?”
“Nothing”
He knows I am lying
I won’t tell, he can’t make me
I like it that he doesn’t know who I am, it feels good to be anonymous
I tell him I will go home now
I don’t want to go
I like it here
Just finding a little peace
Standing on the bridge
Photo by Tree of Life Artworks
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