Standing on a bridge, feeling it shake beneath me. Wanting to run to safety, but afraid the land I reach was already crumbling long ago.
Afraid of the shaking.
Afraid of the crumbling.
Can't move forward.
Can't stand still.
"Move feet, move!!!"
My knees buckle at the thought of taking one step.
Frozen. Afraid. Suspended so high, feeling gravity pulling me. The world is trying to swallow me, so why won't my legs move?
I take a step, and the bridge swings. Another step. Why does the bridge seem to grow longer?
One foot after another, I trudge forward. Yet, I freeze every few steps.
The bridge stretches out before me, seemingly on until infinity.
Feeling like this, it's really hard not to wonder how I will ever reach solid ground.
But on I walk...one step at a time.
JYM
