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The Bridge: A Poem

Updated on December 7, 2012

How many of your friends have staying power? Do you have that staying power for your friends? Some friends grow up, grow apart, go separate ways. Others grow inseparable.

It seems that I am only a stepping stone in the lives of most of mine. I arrive, help, and then am gone-- whether by my own decisions or not. Poetry sometimes only shows the tip of the iceberg of the loneliness that come with being only a stop in everyone else's journey, but here's an attempt.

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The Bridge

I'm always the bridge,
the one you need to cross
to reach your dream.

I'm the steam engine
the coal
you must stoke,
not the goal you believe in.

I'm always the bridge.
I watch the shoes
tread the dirt,
those souls
that skid and slip, then grip
into prints on my fingertips.

And walk on.

I'm always the bridge.
No one sees
the tombstone on the ledge
before a mudslide.

Just the carnage.

Nobody knows about
the joy ride,
but the bridge doesn't spill
the secret of your trip
as you move on.

I'm always the bridge.
I'm the stone and the caked dirt,
baked limestone and clay, burnt
too hard to take with you.

I'm the bridge.
The one you needed to cross.
The one you passed and forgot.

© 2012 Jennifer Kessner


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    • Meisjunk profile image

      Jennifer Kessner 5 years ago from Pennsylvania

      That is definitely so! =) My closest friends and my family all definitely make me feel the best, and they're all good at making it known they'll stick around. Thanks for commenting. ^)^

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      Valleypoet 5 years ago

      It is quite sad that sometimes you become just a means to an end for others. It is often only the very closest of friends or family that appreciate you for who you are and for nothing more:-))

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      Jennifer Kessner 5 years ago from Pennsylvania

      Thank you. =)

      Yes, it's more than just a lonely feeling, isn't it? Glad to see I got the feelings across well. Hope you enjoy the rest of my stuff too.

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      red mermaid 5 years ago

      Loved your poem...I can relate to the emotions felt by one who is always there for others, yet walks alone in times of ones own troubles. well done!