Poetry From The Heart
The swinging bridge haunts me
a recurrence tortures my mind
a scuffled crossing left scars and fears.
The beauty on the other side baits
a desire to submit to its calling…
return to a place of solace and comfort.
High winds gust and cause concern
splendors and recollections draw me
suctions trigger instant swaying’s
leave me lifeless hanging onto the ropes
entices for tranquility and a release…
a place to settle a debt of bottomless fear.
The drop from the overpass…150 feet
no-one could survive the fall
a current flips me back onto my feet
stand up rocking back and forth
regain composure and self-control
not for a minute will I agree to plummet.
A time in the past I was left dangling
helpless as Bob and I cavorted on the bridge
he moaned and screamed no, no
holds onto me with all his strength
managed to jerk me up onto the bridge…
a terror sealed deep causing nightmares.
A swinging bridge no longer haunts
years of fear, anxiety and dread
vanished drooping high above the cliffs
released the closure inside my mind
freed the phobia holding me a prisoner…
awarding freedom and paying off a debt.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2014 – Use by Permission Only.