The Bridge

I stepped on the bridge,
the  surreal bridge of dreams,
long and wide,
and, at times, shaky and fragile.
I persevered,
clinging onto the handles of hope,
and treaded,
with slow, realistic steps;
Once I reached the midway, it narrowed,
Yes,
the bridge narrowed,
My eyes then spotted the destination,
Vivid and real,
where, the bridge shrunk and disappeared!

© Sarika Harikumar Shyam

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