A poem. My heart is racing. My palms are sweating, I'm on a bridge

My heart is racing. My palms are sweating. I'm on a bridge, do I force myself to cross?

Starting in childhood, my uncontrollable fear of height

A constant fear, unrelenting fright

Unwarranted, out of control

Stance frozen, don't look below

Look straight ahead

Don't be afraid

Eyes begin to tear

Anxious, frightening fear

Hands clinched tightly on the bridge rail

Unable to move, what if I fail?

Listening closely, the current is swift

If I should fall will I be able to drift?

So many questions erupting in my brain

To attempt this again, I must be insane

I'm standing in the middle

I either walk on or retreat just a little?

Slowly I move one foot, then the other

I'm feeling faint, air too still, can't breathe, about to smother

A scream rises in my throat

Erupting thoughts again, wondering if I fall will I float?

I know I must move, do something!

I can't stand here forever and do nothing

Cautiously my hand loosens it's tightly held grip

My psyche tells me I can make it, it's only a short trip

I start to move, feet unwilling

My heart is pounding. Blood rushing, my head filling

Just when I think I can't go on

I hear a voice saying, " You can make it, here take my hand

Soon all your fear's will be gone

Unwavering, I look into her kind eye's

Trusting, forever grateful, she was so very wise

Assuring me, " tomorrow you'll go all the way

I'll be by your side, we'll only go as far as you say

Your fear of height will be a memory of the past

Because you've conquered your childhood fear

Promising it will be gone at last "

Who is this woman standing by my side?

It's my beautiful guardian angel who makes all my fears subside

She's always been with me since childhood and now

She promised she'd forever be with me

That's when we exchanged our sacred vow.