There’re so many bridges in this world.
So many reasons to take that fall.
But, there is Roy.
Lying in a hospital on a bed.
A life confused and unsatisfied.
Does he find peace in his life?
Or does he find it more on his death?
There’re so many bridges in this world.
So many reasons to take that fall.
But, before I jump.
I think of Roy.
More like his mother’s eyes, crying.
She lives, is confused and unsatisfied.
She watched her son die in pain and agony.
There’re so many bridges in this world.
So many reasons to take that fall.
But, I think of mom.
And her mother.
She prayed to die before her children.
She never saw her children’s dying eyes.
She didn’t and died with beautiful contempt.
There’re so many bridges in this world.
So many reasons to take that fall.
And there is me.
Living in a pursuit of life.
A life unsure and unmodified.
Do I find peace from my own life?
Or do I search for it in my death?
There’re so many bridges in this world.
So many reasons to take that fall.
But, before I decide to jump.
I think of Mom.
I want to die contempt and satisfied in life.
I want to find peace in my life.
I want to live life by living.
There’re so many bridges in this world.
So many reasons to cross them alive.
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