Metaphorical Bridge
When you’re standing on the edge of your metaphorical bridge and everyone around you screams for you to stop but you don’t know how
You don’t know how to safely put your foot back on the solid ground and you realize you haven’t been safe for a while
At some point you walked on to the bridge then put your foot on to the rail and as you climbed the edge you ignored the voice in your head saying something wasn’t right
As you stood on the edge you realize everything you told yourself was a sweet lie because you couldn’t handle the truth
While everyone else watched in terror as you slipped off the edge you felt free for the first time in a while
The air around your body not longer felt constricting or stiff anymore but like so many other things you misjudged
Because you didn’t float through the air like you always imagined
Gravity caught up and the realization set in that hitting the water really fucking hurts
It takes away some part of your innocence, it takes away a part of you
Piece by piece you deconstruct yourself in the water to make yourself seem a little less bright to not attract any unwanted attention
When you break the surface and pull yourself out of the murky waters and attend to your internal wounds the atonement begins
You have to figure out how to move on from the people you love watching you fall
You have to answer to the ones who love you why you even climbed on the ledge in the first place
But you can’t even explain it to yourself because in many ways you aren’t anyone anymore
You are the shell of the person you used to be
The person before you fell, the person who decided to climb on the railing before everything was too much
I wish I had the answers for why it happened but they never come
It never makes sense because there will never be a valid explanation for something that's invalid