The Bridge

"I will build a bridge," she said
And did so in her mind
She picked the finest wood they had
the finest she could find
The nails she chose were sharp and strong
And stood up under pressure
For they would hold through right and wrong
While she sought out her treasure
He was waiting on the other side
He'd been waiting there awhile
So, she took off her foolish pride
And faced her inner trial
She picked up the hammer and nails and wood
And she got right to work
She would do the best she could
Through clear skies, fog and murk
Because it wasn't just about a man
She thought as she put on her gloves
It was about her heart, her soul and her plan
Her capacity to love
She would build the bridge across the tide
Though deep inside she knew
He may not be on the other side
But, she had to follow through
She built and built and built some more
In light of day and dark of night
Though often at her heart it tore
That she would do something that wasn't right
And when the bridge was done
What a sight it was to see
She stood on her shore, party of one
And said, "I did it, just me."
She stood and gazed across the way
But her structure blocked her view
She could have paused to hope or pray
But deep inside she knew
She could no longer see
If he was on the other shore
She took a moment just to be
But she knew that there was more
She took off her gloves and sighed
She was at a loss
In order to get to the other side,
She would have to cross.