Abyss

Abyss

I see myself on the here side of the abyss

I want to be on the there side of the abyss

I see the path and the bridge before me,

What holds me back?

Is it fear?

I watch people cross the bridge everyday,

I wonder what makes them different from me.

I used to see fear as this two dimensional thing,

When you went down you went down,

But now I feel that maybe by going down you go up,

Or at the very least you learn to cross the abyss

Original Poetry