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A ramshackle old bridge
Stands here, in disrepair
Do you dare to cross it?
Will you make it over there?

To the other side
That you can barely see
Into the forest clearing, where
Sunbeams kiss the trees

To your soul it’s calling
Do you take the first step?
Fear builds deep inside you
Trepidation intercepts

You move in closer, slowly
Then back away, afraid to cross
Pick up a nearby stone
Into the river, you do toss

But no sound comes from it
Just a thud, onto dry land
Tis then you suddenly realize
You’ve had the upper hand

Stepping upon the boards, you sigh
“How could I be frightened of THIS?”
Then one breaks beneath you
And you fall… into the abyss…


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